Poem: The Train of Time
From the train of time
Landed a man,
On the station of the present.
Standing on the shadowy crescent
He introduced himself,
As the face of love
Blessed with the spring of celebration
Cursed with the tint of eternity.
Admired everyone,
His beauty and aura.
He gifted an arrow of hope,
Dipped in despair,
And a chain of struggle,
To the newlyweds.
