Delhi, India Metro Stations Poem by Ravi Kopra

The train packed with people like sardines,
stops at a Delhi metro station,
nameless bundles of bodies alight in scores,
in scores nameless bodies get on the board
rubbing, brushing, pushing, prodding each other
in a rush of just thirty seconds.
The ride begins.Lasts for few minutes.
At the next station and the next to the next station
the routine continues all day and night till
four a.m. in the morning -
nameless bundles of bodies alight in scores
nameless bundles of bodies get on the board
They come and go, they go and come
dizzying like apparitions, not quiet but clamoring.
Body to body contact in the train and sometimes the stench
of their curry flavored clothes and beetle-nut 'paan' breaths
sends you to the hell of disproportionate proportions.