Train Window کے بول

I look through the train window, I look at the world outside, Swirling skies of dull complication, Bleak streaks of lines in the past, I look through the train window, I look at the people outside, Wearing colours of the rainbow But they are all grey inside I look through the train window, I look at the reflection inside, I look at myself through the window And what do I see? A broken shell Of what I used to be I never laugh, I only cry My tears roll down as I remember your lies I look through the train window, I look at the poetry outside, Dismaying thoughts floating like driftwood, Now I'm awoken at last, When I looked through the train window, It looked through me.