The New York Subway

A hip, a hop, a jolt, all the way

There goes the New York subway

Coiling and cradling several millions a day

With dreams and hopes and destinations say

People and faces all varied
Most of them run hurried
Thoughts and moments deep buried
In the course of the time journeyed.
A place for all, unity sublime
Have your say, no crime-
Thus runs the New York subway prime
And carries all with reason and RHYME


12 May 2006, 10.30 AM