This is a very dear poem that I wrote based on a personal experience that I had around a couple of years back when I was commuting for a job in Nehru Place from Gurgaon.
It was a normal morning but I was inspired that day to write a poem because a child in his wheelchair entered the metro–it was the first and only time I saw somebody boarding Delhi Metro on a wheelchair. The short time, that boy spent on the metro, moved me a lot.
This poem is part of the book that I wrote and self-published through CreateSpace and is available for purchase on Amazon:
I am sharing the poem here and would love to have any sort of feedback or comment.
That Child’s Seat in Delhi Metro
Out of a couple of million people commuting daily on Delhi Metro, this child had a unique seat.
Usually hustling and jostling for any empty seat, no one seemed interested in his. They, in fact, silently prayed that they never get to sit on it.
There was no curious eye-contact asking the perpetual question: “Are you getting down at the next station?”
The boy was on a wheel-chair.
A rare sight indeed, considering the rush that throngs the Metro.
He seemed at peace as his father stood guard, and his mother and sister chatted casually about the approaching stations. Owing to the usual concourse of the passengers, they were unable to secure any seat for themselves. Nobody offered it to them too!
That child’s seat was red in color, as if it was his favorite toy.
His spirit was free of any limitation; his eyes shining with curious queries.
Though made to limp and trudge on feet, his heart flew with wings of a bird that he saw through the window of that accelerating Metro.
