The train is there
With our lost memories.
The train is there
With mango, jackfruits
And coconut trees.
The train is there
And it is not going
Anywhere and tells us
Go, go, wherever you wish.
We know not the train,
We are not able to know
What it is, how it is,
Why it is here with us
Always at our door steps.
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