The girl was standing in the line of the train
She was alongside walking with her parents;
The parents were absorbed in scatterbrained dreams
Like being frustrated of thoughts allied in the sky.
For being in the castles in the air and the watery
Leaves like the fallen baby, she did know
Where the path to harvest his future at an early age.
She was flamed with burning of resentment in feelings
For everlasting the growth in due sense and idea.
The train came nearer with whistling sound
In the face of the girl towards the corner
In the road laden with hedges, shrubs and creepers
For being whispered that the death is closing
Suddenly a mad man ran towards her to save
The bewildered girl who was at a loss.
The parent never know like her as if she is step
But rotten ideas and glassy beam of the sun
The girl was six only at her bay.
In the moment of playing sports and games
Intoning her dreams to be great in future ahead.