The Railway

Vertically they have gone to see the horizon dividing into two parallel paths of iron and stone nor to return or to encounter sometimes, only crease cross to pass trains and trams with passengers and goods ever absurd they are; On both the sides modern civilization exists mills, factories, industries, markets and localities are in high rising skyscrapers, fashionable, colorful buildings lines after lines vertically, horizontally and underwardly growers they are; Here and there wide and long hollow down bridges over ponds, lakes, channels, rivers even seas where ply boats, launches all the times, sometimes through long tunnel goes through hills, desert and channel challenging explorers they are; I have walked for long and long, faced long quarry only iron and stone all through the journey no pearls, diamond or ivory, i have heard fierce, painful crying but seen no tiger or lion roaring absurd history makers they are; I have seen cutting, burning, clearing forests filling lakes, dishes, rivers, leveling hills, killing wilds for paving the paths of iron and stone, for ever growing silver civilization innumerable stations setters they are.