| User | NishantM | | Topic | A Train, Perhaps? | | Message | A Train, Perhaps?
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And I see sand.
Barren ground like hearts.
Blind to evidence.
And do you see?
And the end draws nearer,
But I am just beginning.
Look here, the polished metal of this rail.
But the drops of oil.
They stain and stain and stain and stain.
Where are you?
No apparent destination.
Except an answer.
Look around you.
There’s no-one at all.
There’s evidence staring at you.
And you’re staring at green pastures.
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Copyright Nishant Mehrotra, 2006.
Constructive criticism required. And help to better. Also, state your perceptions, so I can tell if my poem has failed. Or not.
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