Underground Notes

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Train speeds in,

Endless kids, college teens, roving-eyes

Spill out like invading ants,

Heading towards the exit.

Train moves out.

 

Some wait

As the clock ticks,

Some know it’s coming,

Others remain transfixed

Till the doors open.

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Groups of kids squeal,

Some teens watch a video.

Bored women steal glances,

Drowsy men nod in and out of sleep.

Some gobble up a snack

Filling the coach with spices.

 

Still, the stations keep coming

With practiced ease.

They move out,

Leaving a touch here

A glance there.

 

The lifeline creaks, shudders

Past bright stations, dark tunnels.

The behemoth lives on the line

From Garia to Dum Dum

Stitching a city together

North to south.

 

~ Jaideep Chatterjee | Edited by Farrokh Jijina

 


Image source: pixabay.com


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