Half A Century Later Poem by gnrao rao

50 out of 100
is half a century.
I remember this
Incident now,
By travelling
in the train
when I was young.
I liked ice-cream,
I disliked chocolates.
My brother moved
near the window slowly.
But the train moved
With a jerk quickly.
He hit himself
on the sill.
There was too much
Crowd on the platform,
But All went away
and I was alone
in the compartment.
It was dark
When the train
passed through
the tunnel.
When it crossed
the tunnel,
I saw light
And it was bright.
I even felt when
the train ran
fast on the rails,
the lamp posts too were
running too,
But I came to realise
that they remained
Stationary.