i love train journeys
it lightens our worries
its cradle like motion keeps us cool
in train, do you love people who sit before
and beside you?
i love them even if we may not talk
how does it happen?
will we love human beings just being with them?
looking out the window, i see some
innocent children waving thier hands.
i see paddy fields and rivers
i love train journeys.
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