hehe....this is a kiddish poem i have to say..the indian railwayz has made me their ambassador..so im advertising for them.........actually thers a story behind this poem.....i recently went to goa in the train..(( aw i hate trains actually,but had to )) and my discman batteries went dead of a sudden and i wasnt findin my spare ones...as the train had only few stops i had to wait a long time to reach the next station and get some batteries....durin tht time,i wrote this whatever came to my mind,sitting beside the window and lookin at the chubbly girl across 2 seats
so doston, zulm sehne ke liye taiyar ho jaaao......1..2..3...
THE INDIAN RAIL
Racing with the winds at par,
The lush greens waving around,
The horizon that seems to go on.
Through folds of darkness,
And showers of rain,
It ditches the tricky areas,
Without any pain.
What a magnificient sights they r-
The world seems in a daze,
Wen u pass them at 100 km per hour..
Its the journey of lifetime,
Which hardly fails,
Yes, i have to say-
I had been in the indian rail,
I had been in the indian rail..........
(( any igtian in INDIAN RAILWAYS,consider some concession for me on readin this ))
rest plz don bang ur heads.....