As the day came to an end…

The setting sun and the moving train, 
Tries to be in her present, but in vain. 
His piercing eyes and the raising mane, 
Is always her present that keeps her sane.
People around, celled in their phones, seem to strain, 
To know what the heat of the sun makes her gain. 
Neither do the people nor the sun know the pain, 
That taught her to show tears only in rain.
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