Duffilled

The Sun is shining
And the weather is sweet,
You have that swiftness in your feet,
That's absent on a busy ride;
You're going foreign;
Far and wide;
Without a meaning,
But with relief,
You're on the train,
Starring at cliffs,
Conductor's running
To and fro;
Your smile is cunning,
Train slows downs more,
And you see signposts
Of the station;
Some ads, meant for
Indian nation;
But you're looking at the stalls,
That spread nice smells,
Cream soup and prowls,
And off you go,
Without delay;
The queue is long,
Eager to pay...
Their money, time and will
For the magnificent refill;
The crowd is buzzing,
Like a hive,
But you're starving and arrive...
The horn is hooting
Very close,
The noise's off-putting,
No one knows,
If you'll be able to have lunch;
But you stay calm
And don't want much;
The mother's asking to go first
Her baby's basking,
Looking earnest;
Time goes by fast,
The sale is quick;
You get your food
And find a brick...
But what a sight!
The train is moving,
Your bag's inside,
Run with all might,
Like in a movie;
Conductor tries
To give a hand;
His qesture fails,
Behind you stand;
The steam adds up
To heat and stench,
You're muddled up;
Whom to revenge?
Without money, full of rage,
You're crawling back,
All world's a stage...
The Sun is shining,
And the weather is sweet;
You have no swiftness in your feet...
Of course, there're things much worse,
But somehow journey
Loses purpose...
*Dufilled means left behind. The verb was taken from the book "The Great Railway Bazaar: By Train Through Asia" by Paul Theroux. There's a character Duffill in the beginning of it, his character prompted this verse.