Just a toy

The train chugs in with men hanging from it
As if they are fleas hanging on the lion’s eyes

Its eyes closing in on patient understanding.
I like its leisurely pipe smokes in a winter sky

And roars of annoyance as men come its way.
It is not a train to take me to the world’s end

Where mountains lose their peaks to the sky.
With only a tiny fire in its belly it is just a toy.

(The train is the Darjeeling- Himalayan railway between New Jalpaiguri and Darjeeling, nick named “toy train”)


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