Bijay Kant Dubey


The Train Is Whistling - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The train is whistling
And calling,
Calling me
And going
With the whistles and puffs.

The coal engine train,
The smokes coming out,
Trailing
And the train passing,
Vanishing out of sight.

The train is whistling,
The midway halt man showing the green flag
And the train passing,
The guard on the last bogey
Waving and whistling,
The train ticket examiners
Getting into.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2014



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