Railway Track Poem by Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

The railway track,
Looks the same today
As it did long ago
When I was young and
boarded the third class compartment
Today I have retired from service
And have became old.
But, sometimes when boarding
A second class compartment
third class abolished
The sounds of the track,
Horns and whistles,
Voices of the hawkers
Inside the couch
And at the stations,
Not changed
So I except that
Today I have grown old.