Moving with a hushing sound
Deafening through a waiting crowd
Swaying on a silver line
Playing notes to a rhythmic rhyme
Signals may be green or red
On platforms, bridges or river beds
Across mountains and paddy fields
Ploughing oxen, ponds and river weeds
Children gather near window panes
Eagerly watching other moving trains
Chocolates, biscuits, fruits and cakes
Happily munching nuts and corn flakes
Parents, uncles, aunties too
With watchful eyes do enjoy to
A moving nature blissful grace
Seen on every smiling face
Making friends and acquaintance
Through the journey is lots of fun
Only to part on reaching stations
New travelers board to new destinations
The train moves on, on the silver line
And life continues on a silver lining
With hopes for a better tommorow
Overcoming today dismays and sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem