Jasbir Chatterjee

Gold Star - 10,755 Points (4 March 1966 / Delhi)

The Delhi Metro - Poem by Jasbir Chatterjee

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…

Topic(s) of this poem: train

Comments about The Delhi Metro by Jasbir Chatterjee

  • Dimitrios Galanis (3/16/2017 5:53:00 PM)

    The form of the poem with its repetitions and contrasts are in real poetical rules shaped.Nicely pictured the multiple situations of a big city. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/3/2016 11:50:00 AM)

    Hi Jasbir,
    That is a true picture of Delhi, what a relief is the Delhi Metro in the chaotic polluted capital city! I was a guest to the benevolence of the Metro and the convenience and comfort still lingers in my mind. Very nicely worded poem. Good write. Keep it up. Do continue writing.
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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

  • Nims-sunshine Princess (6/16/2012 4:53:00 AM)

    Really nice portrait...loved travelling ^_^ (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.
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  • (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..! !
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  • (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,

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  • (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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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, September 11, 2017

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