#WritcoPoemPrompt10
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.

It blows the whistle when see a hurdle,
And the things try and run like a turtle.
Little champs on board like the sound,
As they never hear this while playing on the ground.

Soon comes the scary part,
When every soul feels dark at heart.
It's the passing tunnel under the mountains,
But to trains surprise, it really entertains😋.

Kids hug their mothers like a sloth 🦥,
Elders also wait for the dark to pass and snore.
The Pilot seems enjoying as he keeps on blowing the whistle while keeping the train on track,
Few feel that it's their station after this and pack their sacks.

Say it or not but it's the train which brings people closer,
All diversities and cultures interact and try become stronger.



© Paricha24