When the train crossed the bridge
I jumped near the window
The diamond filled water
moved on the other side
The platform appeared
And moved quickly away,
Then it was calm
I rest my chin on the cold
window railings with a grin
After sometime
The train whistled it’s way
Into the darkness
Stillness engulfed me
Then the tunnel end appeared
I was thrilled and excited
I then saw in the distance
A hill with a slope
And on the slope
There was a small hut of hope
Made up of wood and hay
And there I can see the fire
Appearing through the
Darkness like shining star
The train begin to pass
The hill begin to disappear
I turned my neck with wonder
Who is the family in the house
Who would sit and eat
In that simple house
As the fog covers the
Hill for a cold night.
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A fascinating,enigmatic poem.
Thank you Vijay sir for being so kind to review every poem in detail great spirit.
A subtly capitivating poetic divertissement very reminiscent of late 19th Century literary tales of mystery.
Thank you Louis sir that’s very inspiring
A poetic canvas delineating the travels of life in a colourful way.
Thank you Parneetji your comment is very inspiring.
As travellers we learn much…To the poet ‘Through the darkness like shining star’ leads to pondering on the lives of those who could probably be happy and comfortably settled in such a remote place, in the lap of Mother Nature or possibly, trying simply to make ends meet…