The train rolls out slowly
from the old terminal bay,
rusty wheels reluctantly
roll on rails all rickety,
just like my mind grudgingly
decided to go away.
The train picks up speed,
forcefully pushes ahead,
outside the scenes turn blurry,
things and all become fuzzy,
just like the uncertainty
of all this inane journey.
The train now, as if a scythe,
cuts through the countryside
like the sharp pangs of sadness
cut through the dark recesses,
and reopens all the hurt,
deep in my tormented heart.
The train at last slows down,
up ahead there looms a town;
the train stops, doors open,
all file out, men and women,
but I beheld nothing new,
all things remind me of you.
the train stops, doors open, all file out, men and women, but I beheld nothing new, all things remind me of you. Perfect description of a mind in love...a solitary soul in the crowd.
all things remind me of you, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear Sir Kababayan, Train symbolizes life's journey and its stages; and the power to control your life...It can be also described into a romance to separation.....Nice poem po, , , salamat ya baleg sir, diane