The Subway

The Subway

A Poem by Aisha Mnd

one huddled over the other
one shoe pressed against another
in this long, vibrating tomb, they stand
and when the electronic doors swing
and the robotic voice speaks
they follow her command
and leak in and out like bees
with bags clenched in stiff hands
money well-spent, gazes cold,
never a smile thrown or one hello...

my back is bowed
I am a smidgen in the crowd

© 2014 Aisha Mnd


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i can certainly relate to this one, having ridden the subway in Bronx, NY quite often as a kid...and there really was "never a smile thrown or one hello" just the bustle and cramming into and out of the cars.
a very real poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Aisha Mnd

9 Years Ago

Thank you!
I love poetry which describes everyday experiences, this one does that beautifully and at the same time, makes us realise how small a part we really are of the workings of this world. Thanks for sharing! =)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Aisha Mnd

9 Years Ago

Thank you!

my back is bowed
I am a smidgen in the crowd

One can sense these all words came from your heart and you penned very well...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Aisha Mnd

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much! I really appreciate your review.
A. Amos

10 Years Ago

You're most welcome my friend

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Added on February 7, 2014
Last Updated on February 7, 2014
Tags: exitentialism, humanity, consumerism, loneliness, philosophical

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Aisha Mnd
Aisha Mnd

Canada



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A Poem by Aisha Mnd