Resilience
I heard a rumbling in the distance The train came hurtling through In the hum that arose in its aftermath People jostled by A small crowd of women At platform number eleven Stood their ground and gazed Anxious and impatient The train slowly halted And right in front of them Much to their relief Was the ladies compartment Lugging up the bags As they clambered in The overcrowded bogie The seats were nearly full Have you ever traveled In a ladies compartment At the end of a long working day When you are dying just to sit If you have, you will know The kind of camaraderie You will find in a ladies compartment Is precious and unparalleled The ladies act with instinct And freely offer assistance If ever one was needed Even without being asked Three will sit in a seat for one And exchange pleasantries There will always be a few like me Lost in dream...