The Reader In A Metro

Morning evening I travel in a metro for hours,

Like million others in this struggle of life.

Readers Readers when we hear,

Books n authors is what comes to most minds.

I am a reader a little different and unique

I read the books of people I cross paths with.

Faces of people, their eyes are books elite,

With hidden engraving of their life’s reaps.

Most of books are of working class,

Having survival well taken care off,

Still i get to read sour faces, tired faces and lost faces

Not in evening as the day ends but in morning when the day just starts,

Making me wonder the burdens they carry off. 

The little children and students group,

Makes the most of happy loops.

The books I read in the daily travel teach, 

Let the times without smiles and joys cease.

Let survival go on in one hand,

But let there be joys and stories of happiness on all other ends.

Let there be meaning in life,

Let there be life in life!!!