In the Train

Sitting in the subway train number 7
I get some ideas for the poem.
Therefore I'm writing to write it in few words.

Looking around the stringhangers,
I get mixed feeling of good and bad.
Therefore, i am putting it on the paper.

Different races and mixed nationalities,
Different educational level and different background.
Different faces, styles and images.
Different emotion, gestures and body language.

All of these are boiled in big pot of life.
Small part of it is put in little cup (train) of life.
Afraid of each other we don't talk.
Because we imagine we don't know each other.

Thinking that nobody would understand,
We don't open our doors of heart to anyone,
Even if the closest ones knock.

There i am standing in the front window in the first car,
Listening to the music and enjoying the view.
Wishing others could see the same view from my mind.


Sukhee,