I am in a train The train that will stop me someday In a mammoth station The train runs like Serpent The train that transparent me To the outsiders The train empowers me When I frustrate The train which is Choosier than other The train, I anticipate To ride on I am in a train The train that proves My authenticity, sketch The train which is my triumphant Who distresses me sometime The train aggravates me In the dawn. The train approaches Every time to the end The train calls me To have an excursion The train I always hurry for The train I sometimes hate But I think it is my fate The train I never make late I am in a train The train never posses to me But I know it is mine Without any sign Because I did its design I am in a train The train that is too Complicated to understand That carries only me The train without whistle I am in a train The train that gives me hope The train also wills to make me on top The train I scare at The train I fearful to The train that so sacred to me The train has many stops But does not stop every where I am in a train In which I am up the creek. ----------Mamun Hasan Inside New York City Subway March 13, 2011