Trains are fascinating creatures.
For searching eyes, they are arrivals.
For tears, they are departures.
It starts, takes its pace, maintains,
Shifts, whistles, stops.
It crosses lands; some lonely,
Some crowded, some green, some brown.
Its view always fixed, never strays
And when it does, ends with those big headlines !
Deserts, mountains, coasts, forests
What difference does it make ?
For the train
follows tracks…parallel tracks,
Which doesn’t end, jo chalte rehen…chalte rehen.
Seated in a corner,
feeling the
reverse wind outside,
only one question ponders my idle mind;
My fellow traveller! Where you heading to?
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