Has a steam engine.
Loud, shaky, and smokey
When it runs.
It forces me to cough.
The soot overpowers.
I feel asphyxiated.
But it takes me ahead,
So what's there to complain
About?
Yes, some hop on with
Guitars and some
Jasmine-laden coys.
Folklores and comedy
That I enjoy.
The hot tea and chips
That are offered and
The scenery that passes
By when I peek outside.
But they all entangle
Again in a short while.
Lighting, thunder and
Rain-- deluge.
Then there are sparks too-
Fire, steam, and the train
That runs. Travelling is
Messy- bad tripping too.