[Written by me in June 2009 when I was traveling in a London underground tube, and posted on my previous blog Now sharing it here. ]
Inspired by this booklet
I just picked up at Moorgate,
On my way to Wembley Park
Wondering how I got this spark
Did I really have the ability
To write a beautiful poetry
About this London city
At the same time being witty?
Three long weeks here I spent
A couple of days in Kent
Two different worlds they are
Although not very far
Buses and tubes are that what make
London to go without a break
Somewhere in this wonderland
I lost my way I understand
Crowds of people here and there
Am I in the middle of a fair?
I am told I am at Bank, a place
Unmistakeably London’s face
Well dressed people come and go
In black and white to and fro
Finance is the game they play with cash
All look tensed after the crash
Far away from the madding crowd
I know I have a different road.
I board a tube, the first I get
Into a paradise I can never forget
I almost get lost in my solitude deeper
Like Wordsworth’s beautiful reaper
All of a sudden the good lady spoke
Train is about to terminate bloke
I jumped out of my seat and wrote
High time to stop this quote.
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