Night Train Poem by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

The night train is running,
he whistled very proudly;
he is passing through the field,
with out the ends of paddy,
proud on his way.

From all station he got,
the green radiance, to go ahead,
he is crossing a long bridge,
his face befall to fretful;

All the passengers is,
dreaming; their own life,
Track of life;
Where the train in hasty,
mind of man goes to the fore fast.

He hadn’t, perceive the incident in abut,
he is in a row, as he can.
To get the destination,
alike, a dreamer in the train.

In the wide woods,
in the deed of night,
in the dappled daylight,
any time any place,
he will come with his lash.