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Nov 2015
Hold the end of a bullet train;
Climb its roof and run
RUN MY BOY, RUN!

Run on the roof as you reach the first coach
And greet the station with wide arms as it comes.
You didn't pay to get a seat,
Roof is where lies all the fun!
Run my chap run!!
Charu Joshi
Written by
Charu Joshi  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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