The Tram
Tram has, recently, become my favorite travel mode,
At the young and old, whom I come across, I smile gently;
Each, in their world, like flies and bees, and beasts has their own code,
Women, gossip, listening to the other intently...!
As the news is often negative and pessimistic,
I glance through the cartoon corner of the morning gazette;
I carry with me poems and writings optimistic,
With all these, in equilibrium, my psyche gets set...!
The police, herein, is a person, matter-of-factly,
The man in his fifties, like an artist, enjoys the scenes,
The young girl, therein, seems to dream a day-dream abstractly,
This tram, for me, is, no doubt, a pleasant traveling means...!
Though little I talk, vibes within and around me, are grand,
These are enough, for today's stresses and strains to withstand...!
picture 3. You are one of the passengers
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2023
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