Ribhu Das Purkayastha, Class XI D
The dawn breaks out.
A new story is born
As the first station passes
And the train rattles on.
Screeeeech! Goes the train
As the train comes to a halt.
Some are seen laughing
And some with fists balled.
Porters who didn’t fare:
Some appear to be sorry
Others seem drowned
In deep melancholy.
People board with grief,
Some with courage.
Some seem weighed down
By tons of luggage.
Indomitable hawkers wade in
Hoping for a buy.
Whatever retort awaits them
They always give a try.
Sorrow is fed to winds as
Acquaintances are made:
Shrieks of laughter and
Chaos in the make.
The day begins to yawn
As the landscape slowly fades.
Slowly ticks the dinner closer
And slowly the tiffin raids.
I feel very bored as
The story is almost gone,
With everybody snoring
As the train rattles on.
