The Locomative Train

Seen from far By the awaiting passengers so much eagerly For possible seats if any and uncertain destinations to reach, But in the meantime The train whistling and coming, Coming, coming speedily, Getting visible and approaching With a rattle, The lines jerking, The halt shaking And the coal particles flying, Smokes swirling, The bogies swinging and shaking And the train stopping, pausing a bit, Slowing down For the passengers to get down And to board At the nondescript halt And again beginning to shake and jolt With a jerk As for a re-start and a racing down And the engine gathering speed, Rolling up And the racing bogies again Vanish they into the far off sight.