Regular Tryst With Train-Boarding

The commuters, how do they run

Following the train

Arriving, whistling, passing,

You won't believe

Unless and until you see them

Running, covering the longer distance,

Holding their slipping beltless pants 

With hands,

Following the approaching train

Stationed at platform,

Seeking mercy from the guards

And train drivers 

And finally getting into the last coach

With a heaving heart

Beating abnormally...