A hopeful reflection on the many journeys contained within a single train journey.
You were there when that little child fell,/She bruised her leg and cried./ You felt for her, rustled your leaves,/Until her eyes dried.
They say forgetting will render you free,/But that's not the case with you and me./I like to believe that I have known you long,/But truth
Read a poem by young author Isha Maiti.
