KEERTHANA DINESH 1998
A Train - Poem by KEERTHANA DINESH 1998
It goes hooting and hooting
On the iron rods long.
It goes whistling and whistling
Along houses and smiling people.
I sit near the window
I read near the window.
I sleep near the window
But it goes without rest.
My journey ends and I feel sad
But my train goes farther.
Hooting and whistling
Shall I run to my home?
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