The train chuckles into the terminal.
I do not see the soot and black vapours.
It is not the age old train as I expected
a supersonic one racing ahead.
Sticks around for a few moments. Accelerates
The one resembles an aircraft.
Shiny and elegant the train crosses
unlike the primitive one. A wonderful course.
The oldest train operated in snail speed
honking and making commotion in its journey.
The current one moves soundless with a momentum.
Science has contributed to glorified progress.
Meenas Poems 