write the poem The trains by Humayun Kabir
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Mother, I sit by my window for hours on end,
And watch the long trains rumble past,
Some are dark and journey tediously,
No doors, no windows, no shining lamps.
Slowly they move: like huge elephants
That move like shadows in the shadowy dark.
Sometime a train comes flashing past,
With many windows lit by many lamps
That dance and whirl with movement swift.
A marriage procession with music loud,
Shrill whistles that rise above the din
Of the rhythmic beat of wheels revolving fast.
On hot afternoons you go to sleep
And with dizzy heat swoons all the world
Even the crows doze and forget to caw.
The dog lies in the shade with hanging tongue.
I watch for hours and still the tireless trains
March on and on along their iron road.
Sometimes at night in my sleep I hear
The low, distant rumble of the train.
I rub my eyes and sit upon my bed
And beneath the light of the flickering moon
Moves the long, shadowy outline far away
Like a huge serpent crawling through the night.
Where do all these trains go day and night?
You say they bore their way through hills,
They roar over bridges across mighty streams,
They crash through forests and vast plains,
But at the end of their restless journeyings
Where do they go and finally rest?