I stopped for a while till the Goods train moves. <br />Oh! Huge materials carry on that, <br />And it seems to be a non-stop train. <br />I counted the goods one by one, <br />To pass the time and my ghost like soul <br />Taken the impression what's the train showed. <br />'The life too is a non-stop train and we carry our huge sins <br />On our oblique shoulders.' My hidden ghost murmured. <br /> <br />* Half of my journey I have dreamed ragged Station Masters holding their unlit lanterns.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moment-at-the-railroad-crossing/
