movement is the theme of a train –else it is just wagons and cars
hissing out steam, or electric currents
running through nerves of steel
it whistles, it makes forays
through clouds, tunnels, forests and hills
it onboards people fast , it bids them goodbye
not knowing if it will be the last
or will they meet again?
not knowing on which lap of the journey they are
not knowing how many more trips it has to make
movement is Karma…
movement is Dharma….
It will stop some day
but not know
what happened thereafter…

Beautifully constructed.
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Thank you so much!
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Well said. A train must move, that is its raisn d’etre.
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Thanks!
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Fascinating poem. I like the way you’ve use the train metaphor.
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Thank you so much, Margaret!
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Philosophically deep… A good story.
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Thank you so much!
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I like the emphasis on not knowing and the association of movement to karma and dharma.
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Thank you, Frank!
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The movement of life is the movement of the cosmos. Like this Reena!
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Thank you, Rob! There is a metaphor for life in the train here.
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True words. Great use of the train experience, I love the ending.
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Thank you so much!
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I love all the fantastic movements in an old Steam Train!
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Are there any left now?
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yes, a few are still running at special tourist or historical museums.
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