Sitting In The Indian Train, Think I Of The End Of My Journey (Keeping In View Amrtisar Dussehra Tragedy) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Whose railway train is this
Without any mai-baap,
Father-mother to see?

The without-ticket passengers
Sitting on the seats
Going
And those with tickets
Standing on feet

And the bogies without light
Even sometimes,
Without water
And none to see

And my boarded train taking,
Taking me
Where,
Where, that I cannot say to you

If,
If I shall be able to reach,
Reach my destination
Or not

An even if alight I from
The train at night at the halt
Will there be snatchers to snatch

Looters to loot my bag and belongings
And run away,
One two four?

Thank God,
I have,
Have reached my station,
Home

Thank you, thank you
For it,
God!