It’s a violence!

Was a crowded local train,
With people of mixed faith,
As rich don’t prefer train to car,
Majority were middle class.

As I observed the crowd,
Got a glimpse of their activities,
College students joked and laughed aloud,
Others, busy with their mobiles and chitchat.

Caught sight of a lady with a baby,
Who sat emotionless;
Her body looked so fragile,
For the baby must be just a few days old!

The lady flashed in my thoughts,
And haunted me now and then,
Being poor is the worst form of violence,
As she couldn’t afford a comfortable travel.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST