Journey

My first journey in train,
All went in vain,
I boarded it for a job,
There was a great mob,
Of people hurling around,
Many even sat at ground,
India is such a populated country,
And the weather was too sultry,
Which made me sweat,
And I was all wet,
But I never lost my hope,
I carried on to cope,
And keep trying hard,
And took out my card,
Which contained the address,
And I needed to dress,
For the interview,
Keeping in view,
The people who hire,
So that they don’t fire,
Me before hiring,
The journey was too tiring,
But somehow I managed,
Though I was dead,
Still I went to that place,
Which was as big as a palace,
I entered inside & reached there,
But none was around nowhere,
I asked the guard,
Showing my card,
He said I was late,
And so they closed the gate,
My whole journey was in pain,
Nothing went right, all was in vain.