英文诗Death and all his Friends
The night was starry and the village lights dim,
As I stared out the tinted windows,
As I passed by eerily silent farms and meadows.
I wished for these journeys to be more happening, but
Not in the way they were then starting.
The train suddenly jerked to a halt,
At a very small but significant spot.
I wanted to get down but used the bathroom first,
And that was when I heard a loud burst.
From what the noise came, is still unknown,
But it wasn't good, that was for sure.
Shrieks and cdes filled the atmosphere,
In a state of shock, I locked myself in there.
I looked through the tiny w"indow above,
ft was an act of sheer hatred, no love.
Gunshots fired and filled the air with smoke,
The air, heal,y with gunpowdeq made me choke.
I caught the eye of a dying man,
With his hand clutched to his heart,
And the eyes filled with both peace and worry.
The terrorists were nowhere to be seen,
But firing continued endlessly.
Soon the sounds ceased altogether,
An uneasy silence fell over the place,
Fear, - the oniy expression on my face.
In faint lights from the station,
Only bodies were Seen, without a motion.
I finally exited my little hiding,
Scared and numb from terrot.
The stop was dotted with travellers, all dead,
Aiming to go home or on a vacatron,
But nov/ all headed to heaven.
Travelling the same road,
Hopping on the trains with no load.
The luggage lay scattered, the station, _ deserted.
with this terrible picture in my mind,
Running down the road, I reached a motel.
And lay on the stone cold bed,
Those bloodstains and wounds running through my head.
Till today, those memories are as fresh as they were then,
And give me sleepless nights when I think of them.
My nightmares and my phobia of trains,
Are outcomes of that near death experience.
And tears Stream down my eyes,
As I think of all the innocents who died,
Without a proper goodbye.