A Commuter Poem by Ajit Das

Outside, the dark lifts
into pre-dawn glow
of the eastern horizon.
A symphony of sounds
breaks early stillness;
the sleepy landscape
stirs slowly into life.

Inside, the alarm rings;
a burst of noises raises
a mini commotion -
then a breathless rush
to dreary workplace
droning with monotony
of repetitive motions.

The sun reaches its zenith,
hitting like a hammer;
the listless afternoon prolongs
into wistful evening.
The night train shuttles down,
chugs to the yard, waiting
to steam off on another day.