Every bogie is filled nicely,
Wishing all the best to all
Blowing wide horn to horizon,
This train is running on tracks,
Passing though the heart of love
On the chest of the pretty city,
Beats are heard loudly in tender.
From where this train has come,
Where this is going so far,
What is the accurate destination,
No one can say suddenly in hope,
Coal carrying train is not crying,
Smiling through front light lips,
Overcoming this dusky panorama,
Train will arrive there soon,
Perhaps coal will be unloaded,
Tonight again with blank bogies,
Who knows? Train may return back.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,04 August 2018. All rights reserved.