The Night Train

The Night Train short poem

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It is 11.30 at night-
A night train is appearing into our sight-
Porters are walking up and down the station,
They are keeping watch on train’s arrival with great caution-
They are frantic to the passengers-
who will get down or may be in hurry to get berth of sleepers,
They will call for porters,
With the names written up on the door-
the porters will carry passengers’ baggage on coach-floor,
Berths are cosy with neat counterpane-
From the guard up to the bag-men-
all remain busy with the train.

With the splash of green signal-
the guard confirms, all is normal.
With the supervision of station-master-
the train prepares for its departure.
It is night time, the windows will remain shut,
No scenery of fields and remote hut
will appear or without any access of dust-
passengers will go for a sleep.
Only railway caterers will ask for night meal,
It is passenger’s choice to go with it or remain still.
It is their bed time with newly folded sheet-
The night mail is running on line with a speed of rift.
It is running to capture the morning as fast as it can-
It is waiting for passengers’ tea time in the early dawn.

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