TRAVEL BY LOCAL TRAIN

Local were nightmare,

Before SIP strikes.

The Fear arise.

Work to Home wasn’t Nice,

Mentally prepared

To mount at 9.

Local arrives

Fear resides.

Getting in wasn't fun,

All the iron on the shirt was undone.

Climbing on someone’s foot,

Later, realized it was lady’s boot,

Sweat strikes,

Odor arrives.

Entering the nostrils,

Makes you malign.

You begin to pray,

“GOD, when my destination arrives”.

Mob exits for another mob to arrive.

Somehow you reach Dadar,

Desiring rest would be Nice.

Finally, your destination arrives,

Squeezed your way through the crowd,

Thanks Thy LORD that you survive.

Local arrives,

Local arrives.

PS: SIP STANDS FOR SUMMER INTERNSHIP PROGRAM

BY: MD AZHARUDDIN KHAN