#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,
We all left the train and alighted in destined stations
but there was a girl who kept patience, whose eyes were just like two endless universe,
whose lip was rose like soft .
whose cheek were rosy smelled
whose smile was as light as lose.

She never alighted in any station but kept humming the song of the old train,old path.

Here STOP pls!
because The train is me but still the girl,
I am in search for(perhaps)
or she is in my train sitting on the seat somewhere and humming the song......


© Sagnik Pal.