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A train in the night

Life seems like a slow train
Travel in a rainy night
Tracks are blurring
Coils like a lazy serpent
The driver looks stony
Bored from the hectic run
Lonely stations
With a few passengers
Gazing the train as
Shadows from the past
Life goes chugging in the
Beaten tracks
Blurring lights and
Willowing smokes
Wilt like darkened clouds
Train stops in stations
Wet by drizzling rains
Shining in dim yellow lights
Dimmed by rainy winds
Distant lightning flicker
On the window panes
Like flashing hopes
On an empty life.

Someone comes and
Someone goes
Nothing makes difference
To this weary train
No one knows where goes
It traverses empty fields
And ghostly plains
Desolate Mountains
And hollow tunnels
Sometimes fast
Sometimes slow
Whistles and cries as it goes
With a rush takes it life
And wear its soul
Sounds of train and rain,
sing me sharp lullabies;
And God's own darkness
Shall close mine eyes;
And I will sleep, with all things bleat,
In the -shadow of natural rest.
Dream and hope
To see a brighter tomorrow.
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
Inspired by a rainy night train journey I took along the west coast of India.

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avias
Paints a picture and mood of train and the ride thru a rainy night. All tied to the train of life. Good symbolism! thumbs up handshake
bollywood
thanks for your commnetshandshake
socrates44online today!
You have painted a very vivid picture, capturing the sights and sounds experienced during your train ride through the Indian countryside, giving the reader the feeling of being present, witnessing the scenery as it unfolds.
I like how you have linked it with the indifference of the unfolding of life itself.
"Someone comes and
Someone goes
Nothing makes difference
To this weary train"


Your poem reminds me of my train journey in Canada in the late 1960s and early 1970s during my summer job as a university student.
In contrast to yours, my journey was very quiet and peaceful as the train travelled through the Canadian countryside.
I wish to share it with you.

Train Journey
Author: socrates44

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
Outside
I see land -
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling of freedom
that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers -
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them -
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled
with some sentiment
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!
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