The bogies whiff mystery
When I watch them from the window
Of my room
Like a gynormous giant on a run
Flashing its glittering teeth
Seemingly having fun
Connecting people and cities
It has pride and attitude
It is loud
It likes it presence to be felt
It will wait for you for some time
But would not entertain you if run out of luck
The train wobbles fearlessly in the darkness
Running like a child back to the womb
Making you wonder what secrets
It’s inner walls have witnessed?
Vendors selling snacks
Ornaments
Philosophers selling mystery
Ragamuffins trying acrobatics
Accommodating all genders with no qualm
It is like a state on its own
People of all nationalities welcomed
It is compassionate like Mother Earth
Always ready to make way for more
Never complaining the weight of masses
The train stands a silent spectator
To people breaking rules
And to some deciding to take a leap to heaven
Trains have been the birthplace of many humans
As well as many poems, novels
Love stories have blossomed on it
If not for train how would Lovers, Lunatics, Poets live?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem