#WritcoPoemPrompt 10

Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,

We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too soon,

The dust from flowing wind makes me Feel
A long way to walk on the track..

Sounds From tea stall ... Wrapped Sandwiches In purple packs ..

Tiffin boxes in colours surrounds me with
Beautiful enigma of Journey under sky

Dancing like Waterfall in blue ...

My desperate heart.. pray every passing Second
My Love wanna Hold your hand infinite
To be your bride... only With You .. 🌹🌹







© Afshi khan