The Girl In Train Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

Hurriedly she entered
In train struggling hard,
Manoeuvring a cosy berth
Sat beside a man ogling in mirth,
She was funky and nubile
Monologuing with a costly mobile,
Only lip-reading one could guess
Stole naked glances her pretty face.

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Miser was her skinny attire
Exposed her limbs, fuelled his desire
To get her close, to feel a touch
Nabbed his nudging advances such
Scanned her eyes, her taboo parts
In public boozed with carnal guts
Both looked trained in sleazy act
Passengers shrugged off a common fact.