Indian Trains Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Indian train, I do not know it
Nor can assure you,
Where is it going to take me,
Indian train,
Indian train,
Running without the light,
The light burning dimly
Or the lamp fused,
Without the water
In the toilet sometimes,
Without drinking water,
Those without toilets
On the seats
And those with tickets
Standing sometimes,
Sometimes onto, many a time
One ticket, but with so many children,
Bearing the population explosion,
One man with three bibis
Seated on just with two tickets,
One for himself
Another for one of them
While the two to be managed,
The pick-pockets and goons
In the train bogies,
The drug masters
To drug and run away
By making eat fast foods
Under the pretext of friendship
Or being fellow passengers,
No guards, no security staff,
No railway employees,
None to hear
Your grievance and trouble,
Everyone but going,
None standing to hear you
And the toilets dirty
On the platforms,
Some halts without,
Without toilets and lights,
My God, where to go,
What to do?