Crescendo

We were sleeping on clackety of train.
Death dance began pounding an earth.
We were just dreaming of our wedding.

An earth trembled as coaches reached
The crescendo of lust for one another.
Bones crunched or flesh , forget which.

(In the worst of train accidents the Patna-Indore express derailed near Kanpur killing more than 100 people and injuring several)

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