Culling poetry out of commutes

A citizen writes a poem

- Mayank Austen Soofi

She gets up every morning at four. She goes to sleep every night by 10. Her waking hours are crammed with action. She makes breakfast for the family. She makes their dinner too. She also has an office job, which means her mornings and evenings are consumed in long bus commutes between her home in Vikaspuri and her office in Sanjay Gandhi Transport Nagar. Plus, these days, she is battling Delhi's horrible pollution, which has worsened her "allergic rhinitis problem" (she keeps prescribed pills in her handbag for emergencies). Even so, she has a firm faith in "our Guru Nanak's chardi kala optimism, which is to be happy at all times, come what may." Maybe that's why she recently took out time from her super-hectic life to write a poem, which was inspir