It goes hooting and hooting
On the iron rods long.
It goes whistling and whistling
Along houses and smiling people.
I sit near the window
I read near the window.
I sleep near the window
But it goes without rest.
My journey ends and I feel sad
But my train goes farther.
Hooting and whistling
Shall I run to my home?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Very nice poem Kirthana..........Thak Thak Thak Thak moving train......I have also written on 'Train ' Read and tell me how is it