The doors slid open
And I stepped in…
What a great relief it was
To be so far away
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The form of the poem with its repetitions and contrasts are in real poetical rules shaped.Nicely pictured the multiple situations of a big city.
Hi Jasbir, That is a true picture of Delhi, what a relief is the Delhi Metro in the chaotic polluted capital city! I was a guest to the benevolence of the Metro and the convenience and comfort still lingers in my mind. Very nicely worded poem. Good write. Keep it up. Do continue writing.
A lovely poem, those living in big cities get every thing polluted, not even the fresh air.it is also polluted. A nice description.
A joyous ride, The heart delights, A fertile ground for poetic flights. Dirt and squalor outside Our obnoxious civic pride. CP
'Rashly driven blueline buses...' Welcome to Delhi...! ! Anyways, that story captured a day of you life's adventure in a metro of India...waha re wah..! ! Cheers. Subroto
A very fine word painting. In the landscapes of the mind, the poet always dares to dream. Kind regards, Sandra
thanks for the ride on the metro...that was really good...great going...nalini...a full ten for you
Very authentic. In my visit to Delhi I road the Metro and it realy was a very pleasant experience. The poem brought all the lovely memories. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Savita, for your kind appreciation.