Voyage - Iv Poem by Ankur Beohar

What exactly do you carry
when you embark a train to leave?
A few invaluable gifts in your bag
And a heart yearning to cleave!

Smiles littering the agony of the conscience
A soul resenting the sun
Droplets contriving to drown emotions unbounded
Ashes of moments in an urn

A ray of light Illuminating the plight
Of the hope, of an early return
Tresses disheveled, paths unraveled
of a life ill-fated to churn.