Trains

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Cradling on the tracks,

Getting lost in thoughts,

Memories of days long gone,

Open eyed dreams of those to come,

Shutting off world, when in laps of those near and dear,

Staring at all around, from within nature’s lap,

Rekindling the art of doing nothing,

Knowing a bit more of my country as I move.

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No tabs, laptops, fancy phones, people trying to look important,

Such a difference as one moves to the more interesting class,

Open windows and meals with unknown,

Few years ago most of us moved this way,

Today, only a handful see it as an option,

I wonder why

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She comes to sell toys as the train moves across a reserve forest,

I wonder if I could buy one or two toys,

Like the newspaper I buy in evenings if stuck at the traffic signal,

For the seller and not to read,

She carries sharp features and a baby,

Passes again after a while – tone more pleading,

One of those who owned and lived amidst untamed lands,

Got only this from development,

Her sounds soon get lost under the shouts of tea-seller,

What will the baby grow up to – I wonder.

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So glad to see the connect with train in a recent movie, to listen to this lovely song and see the beauty of a lit train crossing a dark river

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Other posts on railways on this blog

From the rolling tracks

Moving on rails

Railway musings

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