#LastTrain

Under the moon's silent glow,
I boarded a train with windows all aglow.
Each pane reflected the cosmos' dance,
Setting the stage for a mystical trance.
Passengers diverse, from ages long,
Kings and queens and their cultural song
Amidst them stood my mother's royal grace,
A queen of poise, a gentle trace.
Beside her, my father, a king profound,
Wisdom etched in every line, love unbound.
And I, their child, a princess serene,
In this dream-like tableau, a world unseen.
The train's voice, a rhythmic hum,
Echoed through carriages,beat a thrum.
Chanakya's counsel, a sage's lore,
Guided rulers through challenges of yore.
"Princess,"he said with a knowing smile,
"Leadership demands both cunning and guile.
But never forget integrity's worth,
A kingdom built on honor lasts on earth."
Ashoka, reflective, sought peace's trail,
In conversations quiet, his soul's travail.
"Compassion," he murmured with eyes closed tight,
"Can heal nations torn by strife's cruel might."
Akbar and Birbal, laughter and wit,
A playful banter, a timeless skit.
"Knowledge is power," Birbal said with a grin,
"Yet laughter's wisdom is where...