The ticket to board the delayed train
grows sharp like a knife in the hands
of annoyed passengers.
Their eyes remind Shylock.
At the Cantonment station,
the rail lies hapless like the well wisher
of a debtor, surrounded by lenders.
The electronic display plays the
messenger bird delivering relief:
Five minutes for the train to arrive.
they will scramble for prime seats
to watch the sky unfurl into a
new canvas through its window.
They will ride over the debris of daily
tragedy and cut a pound of train soul
without shedding a drop of blood.
By Aditya Shankar