THE MUMBAI LOCAL TRAIN!!

The Mumbai local train!!

I am travelling,

In the Mumbai local train,

I see some smiling,

I see some in pain,

I see some,

Listening to many a song,

I see some,

Standing at the door, doing acts wrong,

I see a few texting,

Or talking on the phone or with others,

That too in hushed whispers,

Those are the ones I see smiling,

I see a few,

Engrossed in their newspaper,

Some look out too,

Staring blankly or admiring nature,

At times, I have seen vendors,

Trying to earn their daily bread,

I have also seen filthy beggars,

Pestering, as "get lost" to them, people have said,

I have seen men cursing,

Or women quarreling,

I have seen children crying,

And even lovers canoodling,

A train journey,

Is sadly considered boring,

But that’s never felt by me,

As I feel, it’s truly exciting,

I have many memories,

As often I feel nostalgic,

And I try to recollect those experiences,

Although a few even make me sick,

No doubt I hate trains crowded,

But even in those moments resentful,

I think about the childhood days blissful,

When for fun, the trains’ bogies I counted,

It’s been years;  my life has changed,

But one thing hasn’t changed,

It’s the Mumbai local train,

As here I am, glad to be travelling in it, yet again………