A Passing Thought

The train
Moved,
And
In no time
We
Were out
In the countryside.

Pink clouds
Dotted the evening sky.
Far out,
Paddy fields.
Smoke
Billowing out
Of the chimneys.

Dim lights
In the cottages
Of sparsely populated
Villages.
Soon its
Twilight,
All is quiet.

Just a few miles
Away from the city,
Which comes to life
At night,
With
Nocturnal activities.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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