The Moving City

Once travelling in a metro at night
I turned my eyes 
Towards this moving road
Lights flashing on the street
Indicating the numerous fishes in the big sea
All moving in a lane
But don’t know where they heading in the rain
In wonderment I turned my face
And sneaked out through the other pane
A monster there swallowed the little firefly
But none paused to look at the site
I tagged this moving city as ‘selfish’
Where the whale bury the small goldfish
There is a tension on every face
Every vehicle running to win some race
All moving here and there
Some with an aim while
Others with no terminus
While giving a thought to this moving city
The metro announces the name of my station
Am off the metro but still amazed
With the city moving in the rain…