Majhi Metro

Another mug
Held in her hand
Another window frame
Through which she stared

In front of her
A different metro rail
& echoing in the distance
The sound of a rusty train.

She'd trade her tinto with peche
For chaay and bidi
She likes these new delights
Though for vices, she's a bit greedy

She dreams of future
Past-time comes knocking
Reminds her of the time
in which she met her lotus.

Same love affairs
Have found a new place
Old American stories
With new Asian airs.

She stills breaths the magic