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Through the Running TrainEarly afternoon embraced A moorish tract of farmland green– Narrow paths ran through the grass, Tall hairs of shrubs, once jade had been How white were the grey ticket houses, The train quaked into running strides– Houses failed to race it through And plunge into countryside tides The eye of daylight arced the sky And settled on my right hand’s palm– As scraps of withering brick-built huts Eyes its journey to sleep, with calm– Their eyes shone with a marigold hue; The sky borrowed the fleeting shade– White water-birds, much whiter than Truth, innocence and childhood, played With a womanly grace of wings, As blacker birds were drawn to them, Both once made one, by twilight’s mood– The eye of daylight was a red gem Oh, as the manmade hours tolled, The empress strength and beauty ceased, So thoroughly, that ash clouds could, With their Autumnal force released, Wrap satin cloths of grey around The vulnerable, ruby face– Such that, it took less time to drown, To make a pathway, as did pace My lover, my dream, my poetry – They named it lovely Early Evening – Smoke-blue, topped with blushing red, With golden remnants; haunted singing Madhura Banerjee is seventeen years old, and a school student, from West Bengal, India. In her pre-teens and early teens, her poems have been published in the extras of The Telegraph, namely "Telekids" and "The Telegraph in Schools." Her short story had been short-listed in the Top Twenty-Five of the All-India Scholastic Writing Awards of 2006. Her work has been published in the online magazine, Teen Ink.
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