Train thoughts

From the darkness of train ,fingers tremble
And a point emerges in pussyfooting words .
A selfie in God’s hill laughs a face creeping,
A decline like a city empire before a falling.

Old selfie will not be gold or a glitter better.
A tattered coat does not scare away crows ,
But a lovely sight on bright crisp morning
Stands on golden harvest of train thoughts.

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