This is a nature poem which takes me back to a very memorable evening in a hill-station. What does it remind you of? Let me know in the comments.

A LONG WALK ALONG THE TRAIN TRACK

The sound of crunching golden brown leaves fills my ears

As my boots hit the ground for my customary evening walk.

The swallows song wafts from the trees

Along with the smell that the season has a copyright on.

There is the sweet sweet sound of whistling. 

Is it the wind in the trees or the train on the other side of the mountain?

You might be wondering. 

Let a seasoned evening walker tell you that 

It’s the whistle of the train winding along the curvy hill tracks,

Piercing it’s way through the whooshing sound of the wind 

Through the trees along the train tracks,

Creating a beautiful symphony of musical sounds

And making my long evening walk along the tracks

An experience to be had and recommended. 

-Armaan 

Photo by Vladimir Gladkov on Unsplash

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About the poet: Armaan Rai is a poet who writes about nature, moments and memories, and nostalgia. She uses simple words and phrases to capture the beauty and complexity of the world around her. She believes that poetry is a powerful tool for expressing emotions and connecting with others. 

She started this blog, Oregano Oranges, as a way of connecting with other poets and readers. She wanted to create a space where she could share her work, learn from others, and get an opportunity to touch someone’s heart.