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A Journey By Train

The Indian railway running by the grace of Lord Rama,
Chugging and whistling,
The light is, but the bulbs are not,
A few of them burning dimly,
Sometimes dim light too is not,
Nothing seen in that feeble and frail light
And the train running in darkness
From halt to halt, platform to platform.

Those who had to sit are fallen flat on the stretchers

For the luggage,
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