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As I settle down on these blue and rusty berths A familiar smell of the train wafts towards me And warms my heart, reminding of the same warmth I feel sitting in front of the hearth And I wonder about all the beautiful scenes I would see As the compartment starts to fill, I see all kinds of people around me Ladies gossiping among themselves, children giddy with excitement and men chatting about politics Hawkers strolling around the compartments selling biscuits and books and tea Everybody here for a different reason, for different topics The train starts to move And with it the trees start to groove I see people sitting with anticipation Waiting to reach their destination with determination The ticket checker comes by In his customary black suit With a notepad in his hand and a stern look in his eye “Tickets tickets everyone”, he asks with attitude I protrude the pink ticket He checks it nicely And then gives it back to me to keep in my pocket Resuming the atmosphere lively The train whistles Announcing the arrival of the station And everyone starts to gather their luggage, it starts to drizzle They leave the train ,some for their family, work or vacation The lady asks me, “won’t you get down sir?” I shake my head and reply, “No mam, I am still waiting to find my destination I look out the window As I get ready to enjoy my train travels again
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
Train Travels
As I settle down on these blue and rusty berths A familiar smell of the train wafts towards me And warms my heart, reminding of the same warmth I feel sitting in front of the hearth And I wonder about all the beautiful scenes I would see As the compartment starts to fill, I see all kinds of people around me Ladies gossiping among themselves, children giddy with excitement and men chatting about politics Hawkers strolling around the compartments selling biscuits and books and tea Everybody here for a different reason, for different topics The train starts to move And with it the trees start to groove I see people sitting with anticipation Waiting to reach their destination with determination The ticket checker comes by In his customary black suit With a notepad in his hand and a stern look in his eye “Tickets tickets everyone”, he asks with attitude I protrude the pink ticket He checks it nicely And then gives it back to me to keep in my pocket Resuming the atmosphere lively The train whistles Announcing the arrival of the station And everyone starts to gather their luggage, it starts to drizzle They leave the train ,some for their family, work or vacation The lady asks me, “won’t you get down sir?” I shake my head and reply, “No mam, I am still waiting to find my destination I look out the window As I get ready to enjoy my train travels again
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13/F/India
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
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