Treading softly on the shaky path,
Holding on to a bag of hope,
Undeterred, she looks around
With expectant eyes.
Carrying a tray of sufficient dreams,
Passing it around,
Looking at the indifferent and tired faces
A blank look crosses her face.
She does catch the eye of an onlooker,
Tiny splashes of enthusiasm come on her resilient face,
The onlooker gives her a curious look,
But it is just a look.
Counting her blessings,
She sits after a hard day of work,
Eyes wandering everywhere,
As the announcement rings through the compartment,
She treads softly on the still path.