A Passing Thought Poem by Mamta Agarwal
A Passing Thought
The train
Moved,
And
In no time
We
Were out
In the countryside.
Pink clouds
Dotted the evening sky.
Far out,
Paddy fields.
Smoke
Billowing out
Of the chimneys.
Dim lights
In the cottages
Of sparsely populated
Villages.
Soon its
Twilight,
All is quiet.
Just a few miles
Away from the city,
Which comes to life
At night,
With
Nocturnal activities.
presentation brisk and stylish...words fall into an automatic rhythm...good poem...10
Hello Mamta, a short brief thought but a nice long enjoyable glance and ride. Thanks, Loyd
i agree. it was a very nice train ride with me there too. very vivid and touched my heart.thank you doc.
That was a wonderful train ride in the country. Thank you so much for taking me! Warm Wishes, Marilyn
Madam, I liked the simple way you express even tough things. A true poem sathya narayana
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A nice thought though passing! Great write! Pl. go through my DELIGHT IS THE TRAIN TRAVEL in the PH.