The Last Train Poem by Suren Sarathkumara

Deep and steep his love is
So does the fall of novice
He gripped her hand in pain
Treaded along tracks of rails


Depth of the evening
Drawn by shadows
How shallow his whims
Made love hallowed


Its about the last day
Last scene and last ray
Has he gone so far to see
His legacy of dire misery


Never will I forget you
Nor can I let it through
Poor you are I never mind
But not my father the same kind


Dehypnotized he heard she tell
Her diamond tears never fell
Oh if the past was never recalled
My love will be a memory of old


The last train at that last day
She must leave with no delay
He let her hand go with much pain
And knew she will never come again


Train marooned him at motion
Iron devil had no emotion
He felt his mind decree his feet
Thus threw himself between the fleet


No one saw that last carriage
Death is now his last marriage
She still think that he went home
But he with all his love was doomed