The TrainA Poem by HB RitaSome people look out the window While nature transformed in to a dreamland with greens Some people see the transparent blue sky covers with clouds Two sparrows dance with joy Next to the window where lonely couple are sitting This is how the train runs everyday With loads of diversity Some people take the opportunity to get in Some lost their way Sparrows fly out of interest after hunger prevention Still,
The hopeless people wait for the last train.
© 2019 HB RitaAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on April 1, 2019 Last Updated on April 1, 2019 AuthorHB RitaFlushing , NYAboutHB Rita, ancestors Bangladesh, live in NYC, achieved higher education at Touro College and University in New York. I am involved in New York City public school teaching for 14 years. I am also a well.. more..Writing
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