Train Jouneys Poem by gnrao rao

From a station in South,
I came to Madras junction,
I got the ticket
to the the Bombay.
It was the first time
that I went for
a long trip.
It was an unreserved
ticket,
There were many who
travelled with me.
I was wondering,
Everything in the
platform and stations
were new to me.
I had a trunk,
With my clothes.
it was a steam engine
and the smoke was coming
inside the carriage also.
Everywhere it was black.
Every now and then
I had to wash my hands
to eat something
or to keep myself clean.
I left my seat,
I took my seat near
the entrance door.
I liked it very much.
I saw and enjoyed
all the scenes,
the people,
the name of the stations
in different languages,
I crossed many rivers,
Especially Cauvery,
Krishna and Godavari.
When the train passed
over the bridges.
The sound was completely
different and
the cool air from outside
made me feel sleepy.
I went back to my seat
started dozing.
I fell asleep,
Now and then I got up,
to see whether my trunk
was there.
I passed through the tunnel
in the morning hours.
When the train passed
through the tunnel,
It was dark,
and the lights in the
carriage were on,
then when the train
came out it was
very bright.
The sun shone
brightly and it became
hot.
I drank water
and the man
was serving water
in a stainless steel
tumblers.
I could not keep
Water handy.
Sometimes I borrowed
water from the co-passenger
who brought water in the
clay-jug and it was cool.
When my station in Bombay
Came, I was black
all over,
along with I was also
black
in colour,
It seemed to me
that I had put a make-up
for some scene
in a drama.
it was unforgettable
experience.