He bustled by the organism with the raincoat,
Quickly sidestepped the briefcase and umbrella,
Was shoved along inconsiderately by an arm
(Unharmed, but not where,
In this crowd, he wanted to be).
He harried through this phalanx of urban commuters.

His eyebeam dueled another for one eternal moment,
Before falling to the ground.

That mammal with the lipstick on
Hastened the pace of the moment
(Only of that moment)
Which had been denoted for duelling eyebeams,
Mutual surrendering of sight to the ground,
And a flurried indecisiveness of individual confidence.
(But stride, in opposite directions remain mutually unchanged.)

Now stern; now solemn.
Always indecisive.
Was that moment a loss or gain?
Had he smiled and said “Good Morning”
Would the eyebeams have searched
Instead of duelled?
Would that female have been compelled to issue reply?
Why is it that Humans look to the ground
On passing another of their kind?

Ants greet every other ant.

On he went. Tempted
And searching within for courage to be that
Happy person.
But the moment when the stockings
And stilettos passed
His eyebeams duelled his reason.
His emotion quarrelled his reason,
His eyebeams lost and turned away,
And again fell to the ground.

Smitten thus with his own lack of pride,
Reasoning too that he was unworthy to look upon such
Lovely legs, or sensuous smiles,
Or faces of bodies without introduction,
He must remain just another
Urban commuter,
Lost within the phalanx of bodies,
The suits, the brief cases and umbrellas;
An anonymous ticketholder.
Another anonymous ticketholder
On the next train.
And the next one,
And another one.