The Train Is Passing Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Train Is Passing



The train is passing,
Whistling and passing
And calling
For a picture to conjure up
On the mind's plane
With the bogies tumbling,
Slowing down
At the halt
To chug again and to gather speed
To run it all past and left behind.

Thursday, July 9, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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