Transported ...

A photographer friend of mine posted this pic on FB, and that set my fingers flowing on the keyboard. Here's what I wrote:


Standing alone in the rain... A lonely train, 
Chugging out its life, transporting dreams and pain!

Laughter and tears, brushing shoulders with each other,
A friend, a son, a boss, or maybe a brother.

The scenery swishing across, like the forgotten past,
Leaving only glimpses, like memories that last.

The soothing rhythm, thundering chug-a-chug-chug,
Hawkers screaming out loud, and the silent bed bug.

Fresh pressed blankets with their still-musty stench,
The lady stretching her legs out on the opposite bench.

The hooting siren and the shudders as a companion chugs by,
Country greens calling out as little kids wave goodbye.

And the train moves on, with a million hopes in its fold,
Some wishing to let go, and some yearning to hold.

Standing alone in the rain ... A lonely train,
With a myriad crowd around it, enhancing its solitude again!

Rohini Chandrasekhar
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24-03-2013