Treasure Island

Jasbir Chatterjee

(4 March 1966 / Delhi)

The Delhi Metro


The doors slid open
And I stepped in…
What a great relief it was
To be so far away
From the madding crowds,
The smoke and the chaotic traffic,
The rashly driven blueline buses,
The stray cattle on the roads…

The doors closed
And the train started gliding…
What a great relief it was
To be so far away
From the scorching heat,
The terribly long power cuts,
The little, gnawing worries,
The daily drudgery of existence…

I spotted a vacant seat
And I sat down…
What a great relief it was
To see
Everything so spotlessly clean;
Not a single scratch,
Not a single speck of dust,
Not a single perverted message
Scratched on the walls…

I relaxed
And I began to daydream…
What a great relief it was
To let
My thoughts wander
Like naughty, restless children
Swing up into the sky,
Ride on the clouds
Run on the green grass…

The train stopped
And I woke up with a start…
What a great shock it was
To find
I had reached my “stop.”
On the opposite seat
Sat a newly-married couple
Still too engrossed with each other
Oblivious to everything else…

The doors slid open
And I stepped out…
What a rude contrast it was
To be back
Into the madding crowds,
The smoke and the chaotic traffic
The rashly-driven blueline buses
The stray cattle on the roads…

Submitted: Saturday, July 15, 2006
Edited: Monday, August 16, 2010

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  • Akhtar Jawad (5/12/2014 11:25:00 AM)

    A lovely poem, those living in big cities get every thing polluted, not even the fresh air.it is also polluted. A nice description. (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (9/23/2009 9:59:00 PM)

    A joyous ride,
    The heart delights,
    A fertile ground
    for poetic flights.
    Dirt and squalor outside
    Our obnoxious civic pride.
    CP (Report) Reply

  • Subroto Chatterjee (5/26/2009 9:22:00 PM)

    'Rashly driven blueline buses...' Welcome to Delhi...! ! Anyways, that story captured a day of you life's adventure in a metro of India...waha re wah..! !
    Cheers.
    Subroto (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (7/15/2006 3:37:00 PM)

    A very fine word painting. In the landscapes of the mind, the poet always dares to dream.

    Kind regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Nalini Hebbar (7/15/2006 12:18:00 PM)

    thanks for the ride on the metro...that was really good...great going...nalini...a full ten for you (Report) Reply

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