Beneath an evening sky, in the heart of Balasore,
A clock struck seven, our hearts forever tore.
Three trains entwined, whispers silenced, dreams foregone,
288 lives extinguished, yet a thousand sorrows born.
Laughter turned to cries, joy to untold dread,
Echoes of life silenced, in a moment of quiet dread.
The tales left untold, the songs left unsung,
In the dance of destiny, their final notes were rung.
In the gentle arms of God, may their souls find rest,
In the quiet night, we remember those who were the best.
Their memories, like lanterns, light our tear-stained night,
In our hearts, their spirits continue their flight.
The wound is fresh, the pain cuts deep,
For the lost, the world collectively weeps.
Their journey ended, but their stories remain,
In the silent echoes of the train.
Beneath an evening sky, in the heart of Balasore,
A clock struck seven, our hearts forever tore.
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