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The train is running

Through the fields, the forests, and the deserts…

So close to the earth and yet,

An intrinsic part of the society—

Full of people with all sorts of shades

Of character, uttering words that could

Mean nothing, and yet everything…



The train is running

Through the fields, the forests, and the deserts…

So close to the earth,

Giving me such a frightening sense

Of having a home and yet,

Being so homeless;

Of having a destination and yet,

Being so displaced;

Of being among so many people

Laughing, singing, joking, and dancing and

Yet, not knowing whom to trust

And whom not to,

Whom to believe

And whom not to.