Why Raga?

It’s the push from those on the moving train which caused you

to hit the concrete platform head first which broke your jaw.

The densely occupied car is probably replaced by now,

all new with better exits and appropriate warning signage.

At the least, one raga should be penned in remembrance of

the occasion, but––

during the crack of your bones did you come to see your short

life in review, or fantasize the beauty of your unborn daughters?

With what did you toss the extracted tooth to the tracks, pure rage?

And cursing the mad hand of God, didn’t you simply hate India?