I watch the trains slow and fast,
Crashing through oh so vast,
Some rumble all the way along,
Others are slow and long.
Some wander in the dark, trying to reach their mark,
Without any doors or windows,
Vast shadows up close.
Others are filled with joy and light,
Swaying happily in your sight,
Loud music on the go,
Fast and steady, never too slow.
Some are determined to keep going,
Patiently, to keep growing,
Through dizzy heat all around,
Still some goals to be found.
At night, they continue to rumble,
Soft yet long, still so humble,
Crawling in the light of the moon,
Dawn to come oh so soon.
Trains that go all around,
Endless journeys to be found,
Through hills and forests and vast streams,
To destinations of one’s dreams.
And as I wait for the trains profound,
I walk through the station, all around,
Feeding the stray dogs
As I wait,
Looking through books as the train runs late.
But as the trains arrive on,
The silence’s all gone
Chaos now takes the place,
The agitation too joins the race.
As a tide of people sweeps down,
It contributes to the sound,
I get thrown of the station,
In the midst of increasing agitation.
Finally I sit on my suitcase in defeat,
Trolleys rolling past in the heat,
Vendors shouting all around me,
Curd, lemons, meat, and newspapers to see.
At last, the bell rings,
The engine lives and sings,
I go aboard for a journey profound,
For untold dreams to be found.

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