Neel Nirzon (Kolkata)
No more train to come.
no more train to come.
a station without any dream to bloom in my colors.
faded times with your forlorn voice may draw
sometimes the mystery of life riding on the
whistles of the last trains we miss.
here you can find in today's newspaper my news in
the back pages always....
as it should be.
no more drops of tears
no more shades of fears
in the times of pain
let's just change our gears.
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