My train journey....

The Lady next to My Seat

The buzzing siren echoed around,
A creeping train in the station we found,
We vault across the ruckus platform,
Never bothering we are in uniform!

In the midst a seat we found,
Perturbed by a crying babies sound,
The first attention went to the “one”,
A lady with a fine long tongue!

She gave us a long white sheet,
And made us erect on our feet,
She asked about an address,
Only solution we found was to take a bed rest!

And so I climbed across the mountain tree,
Quiet alone and fancy-free,
I found in my ears a furious “beat”,
And that was the lady next to my seat!

The poor audience did frown a lot,
With no results for the lady’s shout,
She pinched my ears and scratched my body,
And I had to convince myself “what a lady”!

-Manoj Kelath