Bombay Suburban Train Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

It tolied along
With heavy wheels,
Taking all the
Overcrowded comaprtments,
young ones clinging
On to the doorway,
To have fresh air,
In the summer heat,
The second class
Full of smell of sweat
Of the poor ones
Working in shops,
Factories, offices,
With soiled shirts,
Women clinging
To the rod above,
With occassional boys
For a soft rub,
Shooed out by girls,
The train speeding
Form station to stations
Stopping hardly a minute,
for the rushing fellows
To rushin and rush out,
The ones out clambering
The stairs with howls
Some prefixed seated groups
Singing loud Bhajans
The water dripping
From fish baskets,
Carried by fisher woman
On the nearby shoulders,
Curses, abuses,
Merriments on the aile
Of the walkway full
Jostling crowds everywhere,
The suburban train
Teems with life
Like none other in world,
Alike an anthill
Full of ants in beeline
And scattering for food.
In busy schedule all day long.