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A train journey

URum

The walking ghost
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See the morose faces
Of the travelers today.
Travelling to their destiny
Doing the same thing everyday.

So, they travel together,
With screens in their hand.
Wobbling with their thumbs,
The precious time they withstand.

Eyes looking too close,
To screens reflecting their core,
Earnestly to each their own,
Seeking just some more.

See ears nailed to music,
To deafen the impending sorrow,
For many this seems to work,
Escaping now for tomorrow,

The hungry children scream,
Wallowing accompanying stream;
Disturbing the serene peace,
Simply at all, just in between,

Then, looks exchange over time,
Crossing the stares undefined.
The sagaciously few abide,
To the interesting social design.

On to add to the drama,
The beggars bowl for change.
The clanging cry for living,
Winning sympathy in exchange.

Amateur Philosophies seep,
Speaking to ghosts of time.
Stating all yield to dust,
On the rails, in a brief while.

Just then the stations arrive,
Feet run to map their stride.
To reach the destination,
Only to simply return,
Or may be simply survive.

Life is a train ride
 
See the morose faces
Of the travelers today.
Travelling to their destiny
Doing the same thing everyday.

So, they travel together,
With screens in their hand.
Wobbling with their thumbs,
The precious time they withstand.

Eyes looking too close,
To screens reflecting their core,
Earnestly to each their own,
Seeking just some more.

See ears nailed to music,
To deafen the impending sorrow,
For many this seems to work,
Escaping now for tomorrow,

The hungry children scream,
Wallowing accompanying stream;
Disturbing the serene peace,
Simply at all, just in between,

Then, looks exchange over time,
Crossing the stares undefined.
The sagaciously few abide,
To the interesting social design.

On to add to the drama,
The beggars bowl for change.
The clanging cry for living,
Winning sympathy in exchange.

Amateur Philosophies seep,
Speaking to ghosts of time.
Stating all yield to dust,
On the rails, in a brief while.

Just then the stations arrive,
Feet run to map their stride.
To reach the destination,
Only to simply return,
Or may be simply survive.

Life is a train ride
Life and train ride an awesome simily! Each of them has their own destinations and some times feign that they are travelling till our destiny, which is not true !

Well written buddy ! Keep them coming !
 
See the morose faces
Of the travelers today.
Travelling to their destiny
Doing the same thing everyday.

So, they travel together,
With screens in their hand.
Wobbling with their thumbs,
The precious time they withstand.

Eyes looking too close,
To screens reflecting their core,
Earnestly to each their own,
Seeking just some more.

See ears nailed to music,
To deafen the impending sorrow,
For many this seems to work,
Escaping now for tomorrow,

The hungry children scream,
Wallowing accompanying stream;
Disturbing the serene peace,
Simply at all, just in between,

Then, looks exchange over time,
Crossing the stares undefined.
The sagaciously few abide,
To the interesting social design.

On to add to the drama,
The beggars bowl for change.
The clanging cry for living,
Winning sympathy in exchange.

Amateur Philosophies seep,
Speaking to ghosts of time.
Stating all yield to dust,
On the rails, in a brief while.

Just then the stations arrive,
Feet run to map their stride.
To reach the destination,
Only to simply return,
Or may be simply survive.

Life is a train ride
Life is indeed a journey.

Only, when we have arrived at the end of the journey we are said to have departed:angel:
 
Nostalgic, I learnt about a Poem " Trains" by Humayun Kabir during my school days .. It compares the Journey of a train to that of a Human's life ..
It ends something like this " But at the end of their restless Journey where do you they finally go and rest ?"
 
Nostalgic, I learnt about a Poem " Trains" by Humayun Kabir during my school days .. It compares the Journey of a train to that of a Human's life ..
It ends something like this " But at the end of their restless Journey where do you they finally go and rest ?"
@Stupidworld Am humbled by the comparison. Humayun Kabir was too heart an envisioner. Though, it does sound like trains the rest was I guess an aliteration to death
 
@URum I am in love with your poems, they always stir up a lot of thoughts and feelings within me. You are a great poet, I hope I can write such poems one day :inlove:.
@Kamini . You humble me, if there is someone whose line of thought, way to express in words, depth in writing I am envious about it is you
 
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