the new delhi railway station

The New Delhi railway station,

The parcel office,

A nightmare within,

A nightmare without,

Habits die hard.

 

Three boxes,

A twenty kilo monitor,

A ten kilo C.P.U,

Standard measures,

Plus thirty kilos of junk.

 

Five minute wait (only),

The man in-charge arrives,

Says, “A couple of minutes ‘sir’”,

He couldn’t be talking to me.

Dusts his own table,

Hangs up the cloth.

 

The lackeys arrive,

Ask him how he’d like his tea,

He’s obviously new,

However, he says.

One disappears,

A couple linger on,

They see us,

They see an opening.

 

He motions to me,

He was talking to me,

A seat is offered.

 

During the melee,

The luggage weighed,

Twenty plus ten plus thirty it is,

Sixty kilos,

I check, he checks, check.

 

The lackeys impede,

The C.P.U counts as twenty kilos,

Regulations we are told,

Twenty plus twenty they say.

That’s what the computer must weigh.

 

“Regulations must be followed”

Says clever man-in-charge,

So my bill of loading is made,

Twenty plus twenty plus twenty,

Is for what I paid.

 

Sixty kilos,

I check, he checks, check

                              

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The New Delhi railway station,

The parcel office,

A dream within,

A dream without,

Habits die.

 

 

Reviews

[Nolo Segundo]

Cool poem--sounds much like Grand Central Station in NYC--only without the lackeys!

[anothermaleid]

Hehe, thank you! :)