The Train

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;

The train is running
Through the fields, the forests, and the deserts…
So close to the earth,
Giving me a sense of destination and yet being so displaced;
Of being among so many people laughing, singing, joking, and dancing and
Yet, not knowing whom to trust, whom not to, whom to believe, whom not to.

by Jasbir Chatterjee

Comments (13)

The train is running through the fields, the forests and the deserts So close to earth ... so many people... Yet not knowing whom to trust, whom not to, whom to believe, whom not to.. Beautiful lines. Very true about life as well. Excellently worded. Loved to read it. Brings back the nostalgic memories of the innumerable, unforgettable train journeys between Pune and Kerala, Andhra and Kerala and then Delhi and Kerala.
So close to the earth, Giving me a sense of destination and yet being so displaced; Of being among so many people laughing, singing, joking, and dancing and Yet, not knowing whom to trust, whom not to, whom to believe, whom not to. from the train you came to human trust and daily struggles of life. as a newly married woman a reader can understand your thoughts very well in the train... thank you for this poem .
A nice journey though Indian tracks. The Train journey In our country can render such a sense of homeliness and homelessness simultaneously. Such a journey gives us restlessness at times and meaninglessness at some others. A nice poem for reading. I enjoyed it. Thanks.
Well expressed vary nice
With the activities of the day. Nice work.
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