Poetry in April #Poem 8

Gasping for breath
He jumps into moving train
Too late
Not a vacant seat in sight

He stands, shifting his weight
From one foot to another
Rivulets of sweat trickle
Down his glossy skin

The train rumbles in rhythm
Of musical band
He opens his mouth as if to yawn
But begins to sing to ease
The pain of hard work done

Catchy lines.
Sa Re Ga Ma Pa
Trallala la la
More people join
Some tapping their feet
Some drum their fingers on window sill

Bollywood song of 80’s
Proves to be stress buster

He is regular on Mumbai Trains
A common man,
A happy man
A struggler.

#Napowrimo