THE MOST FIERCE PHANTOM ON RAILWAY TRACKA Poem by Sk. Kamarul IslamMoon, isn't a dream, But to find a way forward. We need to advance along our track, With the strong hold of a memory scheme. Your tight embrace, octopus's chest, I gasp. My eyes popping out in this foggy breme. Fog, please let us run alone! I am broken by thousands of Worried passengers, overblown. O Fog! Oath of the dark night. Let loose a little to reach The destination safely without further fright. The eyes are bare and dazzled, And blinded by the obsession With your charming cloak. Bathed in moonlight, Terrible phantom float, Nothing in front but emptiness and frazzled. I can go on and on for miles and miles, By gazing at the signage for crew. But a prevailing foggy ghost Spreading its coldness and wrath On the slippery and crooked track Makes it not a dream way, it's true. The silvery particles of mist Add to the nightmarish night And may turn a thousand hopes Into reckless mirage and clog. Do they know how many dreams Are buried because of this fog? Poets may delight And fall in love with mist, On a new winter morning. Alas! We, the pilots, are not.
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4 Reviews Added on October 27, 2024 Last Updated on October 27, 2024 AuthorSk. Kamarul IslamKolkata, West Bengal, IndiaAboutSk. Kamarul Islam, a Postgraduate in Telecom Technology, works as a Locomotive Pilot for Indian Railways. His stories, articles and poems have been published in magazines, websites and newspapers. He .. more..Writing
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