Abhijit Roy Poems
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100 Robbers And The Train
Cruising through the thick woods,
Was the train carrying one-fifty somebodies,
There were families,
Compatriots and outlanders.
And purveyors and buskers.
The engine driver, and his trainmen.
Red, yellow, green and white – were the flags.
And the brakeman beckoned’em.
Clickety-clack of the metal wheels,
The deafening blaring of the motor horn,
And the noisy engine,
Yielded the din of a machinist’s shop.
Oh, it’s a moving music group,
The loco being the master,
The bogies formed the chorus.
The riders being the spectators,