Death dance

We were sleeping on clackety of a train.
Death dance began pounding our earth.
We were just dreaming of our wedding.

The earth trembled as coaches reached
The crescendo of a lust for one another.
Bones crunched or flesh , forget which.

(In the worst of train accidents the Patna-Indore express derailed near Kanpur killing more than 100 people and injuring several)

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