Indian Railway Trains

Indian railway trains, Poor railway trains Sometimes without light, Sometimes without water In the toilet Stinking and soiled And dirty As for the mass to carry, As for the load unimaginable So overcrowded, so overloaded, So empty sometimes, Taking the illiterate, ignorant masses To their destinations, Bearing the brunt of population explosion, Have nothing to eat and wear and live in But fathering many to add to burden and debt In the name of God That He is giving Which he does not know, The wife a child-bearing machine Turning into a skeleton mother Of the breast-sucking suckling, I mean the same third class travellers Those who do not know How to sit, how to manner, Behave yourself, Not sometimes, but many a time The ticketless passengers, Sometimes the ticket collectors Overshowing to get rewards for fines, A strange railway journey experienced, Trains many, lesser staff, Suffering from poor maintenance, Drivers straining after safety, None with the headache Still it is chugging, running on rails, Cheering the people, Small girls waving at with the wish, Have a pleasant journey!