POEM IN THE CITY TRAIN (MAHANAGARA KAVITHAA)

Mahanagara Kavithaa 

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How to get in? 

Any time 

Any where. 

the rush  will be there always 

Getting in or coming out 

Can you decide? 

stand in the right side 

Or wrong side 

Inside  

Outside 

There is no guarantee  

 getting down at right side. 

Starchy ironing cotton sarees 

Walking with costly Bata legs 

All  will be crumbled 

The city never sleeps 

It runs with wooden legs 

With its magestic steps 

It walks through the lights of human eyes 

To reach the point of glory 

Reddish lipstick 

Sleeping windows  

Pink bra laces 

With back open blouses 

Vegetable baskets 

Waiting for the dadar station 

Flowers girls selling the flowers 

Like a dancing women at kala ghoda 

The baby is sucking the  milk 

And  watching the crossing trains 

The mother is sleeping  

With her front open 

The door side is dumped  

With bags and beggers 

Jakkas team 

Walking in style 

Their nylon sarees 

Showing their hips 

A young girl 

With a ring on her navel 

Born with her cell phone 

My face will be there 

Hanging somewhere 

The smelling fishes  

Sleeping under the seats 

Vadaa pav mixes with the fragrance of  

Jasmine flowers 

Morning oil path 

Shining in the flying hair 

It is sweating 

And wetting my petticoats 

My seat will be there 

In between the checchi’s shoulders 

And mauvsi’s thigh 

It is very rare to get that gap 

Sometimes it may  click 

At that time 

I have to finish the lines 

Before my station arrive 

To confirm  

Me and my poems were still alive.