On the train everybody reads

Avoiding each others eyes

So there are no uncomfortable moments

Like those when somebody lies



Personal space is very closed these days

Papers music and a book

Bags, rucksacks and luggage

Don’t even get a second look



Everybody has headphones on

Or is sending some one a text

I look around me and wonder

What ever will come next



Nobody hears the announcer

As he says ‘the train terminates here’

So we all sit there like lemons

I’m one of them, I fear



Some one finally turns off their Ipod

And goes off to complain

We all look down at our Metros

As the door closes and he misses the train.