BMTC Bus

a poem by Rajdeep Gupta

I am standing! Never sitting in a BMTC bus,
Long Queue, with no please and thank you.
K.R. Puram buses are always full
It takes an ordeal to get into 317.

The conductor is sometimes ok,
They find the outsiders to be at bay.
Their English is ok, but sometimes they get confused,
Five rupees are the maximum amount they can take.

They halt in a stop for five seconds, often more,
The ladies have reserved seats for them,
At night they have tubes in the bus which work,
There is still in danger of pick pockets.

I feel that I am born not to get the seat,
It’s an old man or a kid, who takes my share.

I am standing! Never sitting in a BMTC bus,
Long queue with no please and thank you.