The Train Of Life

The Train Of Life short poem

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The guard gave the signal
there was a flutter of good byes
the train started its journey of life
racing on the railroads of dynamism,
halting at stations…

The station master
managed the station of life well
and the train passed
through the Yards of hard work
bestowing the good wills of life
trafficking through the level crossings of life..
…halting at signals…
…waiting for it to turn green…
and continue the journey of life…

….picking up passengers….
off loading travelers…
chugging along tirelessly…


the train reached the ultimate
…of life;
and….accompanied with the music of
hooting engines….
drifted away into that
…still unknown
Station of Eternal Peace
without bidding good byes…!!!

May the soul rest in peace.

Poet’s Note
In cherished and loving memory of my uncle ..who spend all his life in the railway…starting as a guard and rising to the positions of station master and yard master and divisional manager etc. and who breathed his last in a railway hospital to the background of the hooting of the railway engine.

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Savi Mani

Dear Viswas, let me begin with first praying for your late Uncle’s soul to rest in peace……even his soul must be blessing you from heaven above…I am sure…..
The poem is short but it has covered the long journey of life, beginning from the beginning and ending…… its end of journey……the train comes to a standstill and life too……sad but the eternal truth……the journey is worth taken ………..a wonderful thought provoking poem………keep it up!!! I love your poems….


A nice poem in memory of your uncle who served in the Railways in various
capacities and breathed his last in a Rly.Hosp., to the hooting of the Train
in the background.



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