A Tram-line Reminisces

The meandering tramline stared earnestly towards the sky,

few chirpy birds flying away across the horizon, 

their sounds fading gradually,

the place returning back to the engulfing eerie silence,

the howling winds taking over the atmosphere,

the tree leaves swooshing, sometimes.

The tramline stared towards the overhead wire,

the rusty and aged wire,

probably reminiscing those sweet memories,

when the pantograph of the tram touched it,

when the wheels of the tram rattled the rails,

and conversations from people buzzed its ears,

the driver blowing that weird-sounding horn,

the cobblestones giggling in excitement as,

the hullabaloo kept getting louder, messier.

Those days of yesteryear is what the mind remembers,

replaying loop by loop in the mind,

a heavy sigh following that,

but there's a faint wish when again,

the tramline would hear the age-old horn,

those sudden lights illuminating its steel tracks,

and slowly, very slowly would the compartments rumble,

and meander through, twisting and turning,

the cacophonic voices of people filling,

the silent airs once again.

***