Too late!

I seem to always miss the train… When something important is to be said. When one has to fulfil a promise made. When one has to call in for the help… Or one has to summon an old friend…. It seems, I always miss the train… When it comes to lending a hand, reassuring enough to make the mend, to pace-up on the roads solemn, in order to meet an old friend… It seems, I always miss the train… Observing tides of the ocean, keeping self indulged in a blend. For locked one in heart, sharing a sentiment. Or forgetting someone becoming indifferent. It seems, I always miss the train… To save someone from a death untimely, a pain of affliction or grave regret. Revealing, the truth was different, confessing all up at the right moment. It seems, I always miss the train… Original: Hamesha der kar deta hun main zaruri bat kehni ho koi wada nibhana ho usay awaz deni ho usay wapis bulana ho hamesha der kar deta hun main madad karni ho uski yar ki dharas bandhani ho bohat dereena raston par kisi se milny jana ho hamesha der kar deta hun main badaltay mausamon ki ser main dil ko lagana ho kisi ko yad rakhna ho kisi ko bhool jana ho hamesha der kar deta hun main kisi ko maut say pehlay kisi gham say bachana ho haqiqat aur thi kuch us ko ja kay ye batana ho hamesha der kar deta hun main A poem by Munir Niazi