The crescent moon shines bright,
In the star speckled night sky.
All is silent as the grave,
All but the distant sound of faraway trains.
The wheels clack and the whistle blows,
A lonely sound, but one that glows.
It brings with it the promise of adventure and dreams,
Oh, it offers an escape, to just leave.
So many stories on board the train,
Some sad, some happy, some of pain.
Their haunting melody catches the essence,
Of journeys taken and those stories untold.
So, I listen closely to the train whistles,
For in its distant sound there lies,
The memories and hopes
Of better times.
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Isha has been a voracious reader since childhood. Currently 16 years old, she is a regular in authoring articles, poems & stories in school magazines. A science student of Class XI, she is good at doing card magic tricks, loves to play the guitar, synthesizer and is a travel-bug.