The Homebound Night Train Whistles

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There he goes home carrying holey bags full of hopes After the eternal struggle. Though it's an express train the kind Engine driver stops at every station as he doesn't want to leave the passengers in the darkness. But some they do not encourage the delay. Through the dim lights in the compartment he recognizes his friends. Some with gray beards and walking sticks. He secretly looks at the window pane through his thick glasses And realizes that he too become old gradually. He deeply think of his family Already they must have come to the village ruined station and wait at the platform eagerly. It seemed to be a re-union but he has to come back on the same train some other day to fight with the decaying life again.

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