The last passenger that I found in the train
Sitting in a corner inside the compartment
Laden with a heavy load of plantains
she was looking with fiery look
As if she had killed some one.
I came closer and asked her where she was hailing
She did not reply and stood motionlessly.
She had golden curly hair looking gloomy
In her presence of flame of fire on the mood
Of she was thinking in the way where
she was looking beside the nature\
And the garden underneath the sky.
The train stopped, she got down.
Before leaving she crossed the last post.
Her body was redden with blood
After committing suicide in a homage
Like gadding away in the depth of
The meadow and the plants
Through the woodland she was lying motionless.
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