Metro Ride

The tug, the pull

the noise, the lull.

The short delays in the journey which we should overlook,

but should also mind the gap where we don’t care to look.

The faces blurring, some rudely staring.

That half an inch of space that demands

to be occupied by an unruly fanny.

Or the irreverent nudge

of a stud boy danny.

Scaling treetops and rooftops,

a birds’ eye view of car-infested roads,

to the subterranean depths of underground darkness,

the ride on the metro is a high and a low.


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