They got up at around stop five
Three of them i supposed were the mums
Three kids that looked very bit from the slums
The group in unison scaned their jury
Quickly scattered papers , seated on the floor
Newspapers brought for a routine so daily
Steel boards only seemed to clearly know their journey
I looked around with wondering eyes
As vacant seats shouted from vacant isles
But never did the group once budge
Nor their eyes wondered to the faces full of grudge.
As the kids began their innocent follies
Mr Big Nosey next to me, shot messages of dissaproving emojis
A sprightly kid now came sat beside
The lad saw anger in Mr Big Nosey that resembled a riptide
Now i can see how it will scar his heart
As he grows up worlds apart
From the invisible things that remain unspoken
He would never go to a seat untaken
For every second he was made aware
Of a world and its unwritten divides
All this while i never questioned
You bought a seat, u never get cautioned
But the heart knows too well where its taught to belong
Even in a metro that never stops for long