There he goes home carrying holey bags full of hopes <br />After the eternal struggle. <br />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. <br />But some they do not encourage the delay. <br />Through the dim lights in the compartment he recognizes his friends. <br />Some with gray beards and walking sticks. <br />He secretly looks at the window pane through his thick glasses <br />And realizes that he too become old gradually. <br />He deeply think of his family <br />Already they must have come to the village ruined station and wait at the platform eagerly. <br />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.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-homebound-night-train-whistles/
