A Train Journey

Poem By Santhanagopalan Vasudevan

Time, seen from a moving train, is an object too close;
You realize just after you cross, how fast it goes.
Standing far far away are those
Memories, to the heart, too close;
Those that, for longer, last
In spite of life moving so fast.

Comments about A Train Journey

Like this poem and the philosophy of life therein Standing far far away are those Memories, to the heart, too close; ....lovely oxymoronic expression...great work- 10++++


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