Screaming with speed , rolling on the tracks
When train takes motion carrying mobs in packs
Lifeline of this city, running to and fro
Is meeting place of many, waiting in row
Sometimes twelve and sometimes nine
Pushing and shouting, till things end fine
Swinging and standing , talking or sleeping
Moving in and out , travelers are rushing
Zone of people whose day begin in hurry
Friends together discuss every common worry
Many faces everyday, some familiar but unknown
Journey stops at night, starting from the dawn
On single route its runs, consistently working
Like a constant in life, this journey is serving
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