The Goods Trains Passing Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Both of them crossing each other
Sounding the horn,
Horn for a few seconds,
Crossing,
Crossing over and passing,
One in one direction
Another in the other
On the highland
at day end
With the wagons,
Wagons so many
Like the boxes,
Matchboxes tagged
And joined
Going,
Going, but where?

Where to shunt and wait for,
Where to station,
Where the halt,
Where the station
As similar the goods train of life,
No rest is in,
When will the journey end,
To keep going
And going?