The Mystery Train.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Has the train returned?
Carrying all their rusty dreams,
Gasping for air,
Wheezing for life,
Roaring for the tease,
Ordering for the two sided coins,
A lonely man looks for a lonely woman,
A cube of ice that can’t be held,
Close to the heart,
As it may acquire the heat,
From the rickety train,
That runs in the lonely track,
Surrounded by the riddles,
The night has to be dark,
Otherwise it is not night,
In Tundra, the dark shadow,
Fails, removed the black apron,
Has the train arrived?
The lonely man carries a rose,
In his frail hand..