<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The train on the track.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I live in third world, may be second, I dunno.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some savant sitting in his university-office, big</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ole daddy, divided earthly crust between ourselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am one of the teeming millions, jostling in the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">over-crowded trains, people hanging on the </div><div style="margin:10px 0">door-handle. The train rolls on keeping us alive, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we move to and fro just to survive.I wish I could</div><div style="margin:10px 0">derail the train to see what happens to my soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the cold night-train carrying souls in limbo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the fall, the fields are bare, nothing grows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us come deeper, in the entrails of life, burning</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with hunger, with naked body, hands thrown up</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in prayer. Do you smell the scent of soil? sweetened</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> with body's sudor-budding life for the next summer, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so I sow the poetry on the lonely fields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aloke+Mukherjee">Aloke Mukherjee</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342499" data-title="The train on the track. de Aloke Mukherjee" data-description="I live in third world, may be second, I dunno. Some savant sitting in his university-office, big Ole daddy, divided earthly crust between ourselves. I am one of the teeming millions, jostling in the over-crowded trains, people hanging on th..."></div> </div> </div>

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