While traveling in train
I notice lot of misery
It gives to heart pain
By causing real worry
No face is promising
As all are in a hurry
True cheer is missing
Ignorance all carry
College boys shouting
Girls happily clapping
I am with fear doubting
Whether fate is trapping?
Beggar’s voice is heard
In heart sets gloom
Begging words delivered
Expressing their doom
They sing a song
Or quote their dismay
They are not wrong
As life they must play
Poor people fight
To take their seats
They get delight
If empty seat greets
Poverty is fully visible
Almost all are weak
The sight is horrible
All incessantly speak
Someone will cough
And someone will spit
Many will laugh
Creating a low spirit
Almost all will embrace
Each other with no love
Every day this takes place
All manage somehow
Service of Indian Railways
Is no doubt above-par
But very bad are Indian ways
This gives to heart scar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem