She waved, I
stopped,
She got in,
my eyes dropped,
She looked uncomfortably
for space,
Eyed me,
walking in slow pace,
She sat down
next to me,
And I turned
away my knee,
She acted as
if breathing in fear,
As she
adjusted, sliding near,
Her eyes
doubted my very presence,
I looked out
the window; tense,
I felt the
negative vibes, broke a sweat,
Squirming in
my corner, tried to adjust,
The horn
blew and off we rolled,
I moved my
arm, brushing her skin cold,
She flinched
as if electrocuted by an eel,
Is this how
in India, now the women feel?
Unsafe and scared, I just never knew,
She was just
a passenger, I was too.