Life as a TrainA Poem by Cellznic
I am a train.
I have a start and an end station. People enter, people leave. I am never empty but there's always something missing. Sometimes I'm full yet my pace never changes. My tracks are staight, there's only one way to go. I am a shell inhabitated by people, without them I'm nothing. There's only one thing that troubles me though, what happens at the end station? © 2015 Cellznic |
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CellznicNew Delhi, DELHI, IndiaAboutLegal Raasta is a technology platform to simplify legal and business-related matters. We are committed to helping startups and small business owners in solving legal compliance related to starting and.. more..Writing
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