When stopped living for a minute

An over-crowded train halted to pass the VIP bogey;

Salty passengers quarreling for a few inches of space.

Well someone's there smoking again and a filthy fellow passing air,

Oh a few lecture on the national policy and spit on the footboard

Say if you can beat this, I'll offer you my time!

So here wheezes past the AC car: red, silver and

great golden lights,

A speed which even the deaf dogs would fear!

And the poor are again left watching those

who loot them passing.

In the soot of the uncleaned scullery someone's mother waits;

Hungry she is, but the railwayman wouldn't know that.

He has sold her long before.

So if heaven lay in that mother's heart god surely is a lie.

And amongst the rambling of a drunken husband time

sips in suffocation:

A child in the crowded compartment watching the rich

parade fast.

Outside the tired night howls of defloration as virgins are made and kept.

A cunning fox gouges at the jack-fruit, smelling the flesh by,

And calls amidst the canopy of a town declare

the hookers out on business.

But the train has started moving again, and so

life does a motion,

And women have salsa at town, just a stone bowl of emotion.

Somebody plays an old song and the wheels rattle in no rhythm,

And if you can beat this I'll bet you my time: for I'm an unheard poet out of business, yet again!

'When was the last time you smiled?' asks the child being sung to sleep.

Her mother lies to her of unknown shores to her alive keep,

Her feeble chords and harsh chores telling a tale of truth

Which the child dozing forgets at the sight of a candy.

The seller has a family to feed, the mother needs

a penny to save.

She lies, so the seller's son would have a smaller bite yet again.

Here in this familiarly unknown crowd the poor are the sellers

And poorer are the buyers.

Oh tell me who will gain and who lose?

If you can answer this I'll worship you though I'm an atheist!