The Man In Front Of Me

A man sat in front of me And the train was moving fast I looked at him and saw He was engrossed in reading news papers I told him I could make the whole staff Into a three four lines He supposed to hear me well Yet he did not raise his head He was searching something But I was to tell him No one announces to offer money At any street corners Every one is sitting tight with a trap to get Everything for self and nothing for others And the crimes? There is nothing left to be surprised Instead read a good piece of abnormal psychology There you find Every type of crimes a brain can possibly conceive Already done by human beings Then where is the need to be engrossed In a news paper to be astonished! Perhaps this type of foolish men will never understand Or I am a fool to keep offering this easy option around.