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Wheels of Eternity

As the civilization welcomed the rail,
What story did it proclaim to tell?
When the withering leaves began to rustle,
There was always this shrill welcoming whistle!
In the slowly breaking ground of cracks,
There was a rush to install the tracks!
Present was coal assembled in tonnes,
Acting as fuel for pulling the wagons!
The new enchanting wheel,
Crafted purely from molded Steel -
Was waiting to make all feel 
The power of the real deal !
People could not stop witnessing the engine
About how big actually was the machine -
And the crew was prominently seen,
Waiting inside it for the signal to be green!
And at the moment of blowing the horn,
Nowhere was the silence of the dawn !!
The engine slowly started to proceed,
With it carrying a lot of families to feed !
The quest for bread was never that strong, 
Bringing hope to many families along!
Inside the coal was all the might
Of forcing the hunger-struck children to fight,
And get the dream of a sight
To witness their future bright !
The slip of the wheel
Caused the civilisation to feel
The strength of the mill
And the need to upskill !
But little did they realise
The speeding carriage, a rare surprise
As it struck a guy afresh
Leaving behind only blood and flesh.
The crew felt it deeply, 
Becoming pale with eternal guilt,
But nothing could be done actually, 
That's how the machine is built !
The paddy fields green and yellow
Yet the tracks made them deep and hollow
As the railcar proceeded with the flow
Slowly was captured by the art of letting things go.
Until.... A station came !
Commuters deboarded for snacks
But the engine head developed some cracks
There was time to get it fixed
And again was the time to proceed.
The train started,
With it carrying emotions,
Bread-winners, luggage and commodities,
And the air became filled with smoke
Evolving joy among the travelling folk.
Pollutant? No - that was the struggle
To fill empty stomachs 
Of tiny malnourished tots,
To get the basic monetary needs
And treatment for their ailing ancestors !
Thus the wheel kept rotating,
Driving the world through centuries,
Witnessing the rise of moral values,
And overpowering all ruthless tyrants.
And when the wheels gave way
Was the time of utmost destruction,
Paving way for endless misery
Through accidents or natural calamity.
The storms were all overcome,
But scars still remain where shadows come.
And so the journey went on and on,
Covering miles and miles to glory,
And citydwellers looked through the lawn,
As it slowly proceeded towards destiny.

- by Sakshar Das 
12th November, 2024

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