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.
You truly are what you claim, wordsmith. Nice post.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation of my mortal work
DeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you play with words to weave a story in a small poem. It is something deep and very well portrayed.
The way these incidents are on a rise, I'm sure many women feel unsafe while travelling alone, especially at odd hours & in a public transport. To see it from a man's eye was a different and refreshing change.
Kudos !!