The big hunk of metal pulls in, its frame shuddering,
Passengers get down, some sleepy, some lumbering.
Porters mill about, hawking their sweat for money,
Against a few seats, piled up are sacks of gunny.
Children start to wail and cry,
Their gleaming eyes staring at passers-by.
And along comes an occasional dog or two,
They start to bark and snarl in protest too.
The vendors are busy, selling their wares,
Suddenly, to the train, a passenger tears
past ‘cause the train is leaving,
While the station gets busy for the next train to come calling.
Passengers get down, some sleepy, some lumbering.
Porters mill about, hawking their sweat for money,
Against a few seats, piled up are sacks of gunny.
Children start to wail and cry,
Their gleaming eyes staring at passers-by.
And along comes an occasional dog or two,
They start to bark and snarl in protest too.
The vendors are busy, selling their wares,
Suddenly, to the train, a passenger tears
past ‘cause the train is leaving,
While the station gets busy for the next train to come calling.
Pranav R of XII B
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