we provoke death
shadow box it till
it gives up upon us ,,
crossing tracks
dying daily only
the newspapers
highlight it with
a lot of ruckus
Indian railways
must have killed
more people than
any war a thought
that says all about
us ..limbless bodies
headless bodies
only torsos wheels
of death mowing
away magnum opus
soulless serenity
bleeding tears
add to our status
mothers children
college students
with headphones
railway workers
cows buffaloes
dogs cats it
spares none
impartial
unbiased
to all of us
the final
countdown
the final exodus
