Sun is coming up to the middle of sky
Passengers gathered at the station to travel
Somebody has bought tickets somebody has forwarded tickets to checkers
The announcer announcing number of platform for finding easy
Choosing everybody was sheets near to window
Sometimes passengers asked what would be reaching the next station
Somebody eating food was on the sheet but looking window is out
Liking breathe fresh air thus passengers have chosen places that close to the window
Whiteman traveling by train
They looked out the train window
For finding, that was proper railway station
Taking lot that was pictured and they checked those were good or not good
Sun has gone at east sky
It has turned to red color
But passengers it has not cared
Thus, light has on by train guards
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