Golden Train

Golden train It was golden train In my dream it remained As father was stem engine driver I always thought about him and became day dreamer I will rush with Tiffin box And always focused On fresh hot food He really enjoyed I was his lovely child He was mild With words always kind I always probed to find Any whistle from rail track side Invite my attention to decide What shall he be doing? What will he be thinking? One day he came home With chest pain He spoke nothing But fell down I cried for help from outside Everyone rushed But he had flown with his whistle My golden train was now lying idle