The Train Passengers

The Train Passengers:
see how they sit!
Leisurely they relax.
On the windows they recline.
At the fast-moving scenery they mope.

An instinctive question emanates:
Is it the train moving
Or the earth?

Inside others sit:
Pondering about the journey--
Ideas ruminating in the head.

Soon, he lapses into slumber;
 his unsteady trunk
jolting forward
and backwards:
half-asleep
half-awake.

At this station
we stopped
some embarked
others disembarked.
Hawkers canvas for sales:
"Akara","Akwa..."
"...Nmai"..."mmiri..."
"...Bread this way..."

Anxious voices
Eager voices
Curious voices
Explode:
"...My money..."
"...Thief...thief...thief"
"...My luggage..."
"Give me my money..."
"My bottle...throw...throw..."

"Don't touch me
you dirty hag!
"Move!"
"This is not your house!"
He shifted and looked away
He sat down and sighed:
An unhealthy silence prevailed.

Here he comes--a mendicant:
"Help a poor beggar
And God will help you".
"...Thank you..."God will bless you..."
"May your journey
Be safe...May you see good
In all your life."