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Waiting for the trainSitting on a railway station, waiting for a train, surrounded with the crowd of unknown faces around, I feel as if I am floating in an ancient ocean, making noise with a roaring sound, Every unknown face represents a story, looking into those eyes this fact I found Every story carrying a start and end, have to expand within the plot time bound, There is so much noise still I listen the silence breaking each person apart, Hear everyone is in hurry, with a sense of worry, with the heat of the weather and noise of the crowd, Where all we are moving in hurry and in worry, where all this world rush to no one can explain, Which is the destination that gives us such passion, all made me to think this just waiting for train. 22nd June 2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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