Trains Poem by Lezlie Tripathy

The bogies whiff mystery

When I watch them from the window

Of my room

Like a gynormous giant on a run

Flashing its glittering teeth

Seemingly having fun

Connecting people and cities

It has pride and attitude

It is loud

It likes it presence to be felt

It will wait for you for some time

But would not entertain you if run out of luck

The train wobbles fearlessly in the darkness

Running like a child back to the womb

Making you wonder what secrets

It’s inner walls have witnessed?

Vendors selling snacks

Ornaments

Philosophers selling mystery

Ragamuffins trying acrobatics

Accommodating all genders with no qualm

It is like a state on its own

People of all nationalities welcomed


It is compassionate like Mother Earth

Always ready to make way for more

Never complaining the weight of masses

The train stands a silent spectator

To people breaking rules

And to some deciding to take a leap to heaven


Trains have been the birthplace of many humans

As well as many poems, novels

Love stories have blossomed on it

If not for train how would Lovers, Lunatics, Poets live?