And Ode To The Shatabdi

Tomorrow I'll get on that train

I'll ride on it all day,

Through the crazy landscapes

Fading with the final ray.

I'll see the suburban millionaires,

In houses that look like cake.

And cows and trees and wires and lights.

A green and scummy lake.

I'll sit next to that strange man,

Who talks a lot of shit,

Who wears a little moustache,

And tells me I look "fit".

I'll look at the train food,

And wonder what it is.

And think "I've never ever

seen Paneer as red as this"

I'll listen to music on my iPod

For so long that my ears say "eeeee".

I'll think about my aunt

Who says deafness will soon find me

I'll watch my watch intently

For the final hour till 10

When I can get off the Shatabdi

And get back home again.