In my childhood train journey,
I would wait for a tunnel to come my way-
Till it comes I would pray,
And when it came -
I would dance its gay!
I never wondered when it would end,
My happiness too would never faint,
For maybe I knew, I knew it then,
My helpless mind would always gain-
So the tunnel would come again.
But now I don’t know what happened
I think of the after tunnels end.
And then my joy comes to fail-
I forgot the track of my rail . . .
I like my childhood, childhood train.
I like its rainbow. I like its rain.
About the Author
Arna Sarkar
Joined: 02 Dec, 2014 | Location: , India
I am a very lively girl. And I love reading books, and chatting with people. Writing poems and short stories are my hobbies and I am also a chess player. ...
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