The Train Poem by Harsha Ammu

The train slithered through the fields
Galloped past, blowing away the yields

The steam powered engine pulled with rage
The iron casted cabins of a decade's age

On their way home, for the new year's eve
Filled in are the army men on a week's leave

The train runs long, from 'nainital' in the north
Crossing cities and towns, to 'nagercoil' in the south

It travels eastwards and then towards west
Before taking the final halt for a week's rest

Climbed the hills and crossed the rivers, full and vast
Through narrow tunnels and old bridges, firm and fast

Motive of the Loco, to run long and leave trails
As the hot wheels rubbed against the jumbled rails

With every passing station and every night
Cabins emptied with only a few in sight

To get close to dear ones and to shower love on his child
The camouflage man awaited the town, from where he hailed

Apart from freight, passengers and with its rhythmic sway
Sentiment, warmth and dreams are carried by the railway

Little 'eva' waited long, on the night of thirty first day
For her dad, who for an year, had been far away