On The Tube

On the Tube  The great city that is London ,Connecting,Making it possible for the masses to get everywhere,Commuting. Going here, there and everywhere,People are like ants,Non-stop movement,Seems a little pants  Yet without the inhabitants what would they be,Vacating,It’s the people that makes up these tubes,Squeezing . Full of life, and characters too,Dance beats,Fashionista,She looks so neat.    How can it be so many of thee, Silently,Nervously Glance off to their own worlds,Dreamy Empty souls of a packed tube,Darkening,Looking liked a lonely child,Scolding. Occasional eye contact from passengers close by,Avoiding,Forced smile of a constraint kind,Difficulty. The journey ends as it begins,Walking,Everyone headed home,Socialising     


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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