For Those Few Nanoseconds

I sit silently and look around,

I am surrounded by darkness,

Sad, that I have to be part of something,

Where all I can do is wait for my turn to come,

I feel something cold touching me and I look up to realize what it is,

A wee bit of light and a thin pair of pincers and no, they are not metal,

I am being picked up, the pincers around my thin round frame,

Yes, I am thin and round, all the same,

I feel a gush of air, I can breathe. 

The pincers hold me up in the air, 

I can breathe but the first smell I encounter,

Well, this time it is that of human manure, 

I wince, much in disgust, unable to endure.

Irrelevant, but I hear the chugging of trains,

And a loud cacophony of many others shouting. 

I strain my ear, to decipher this very setting,

Before I can, I am distracted, for the air becomes chilly,

And the pincers tremble slightly, 

A chill runs down my thin round spine, literally,

I would have fallen, into a never ending valley, definitely.  

Just when I think I am safe, I am held tighter and pushed in by the pincers,

I am thrust into a doorway, well, no, it is a crevice, in which only I seem to fit,

The pincers let me go,

I have been dropped in to a,

Bottomless pit, I think,

Well, no, wait, 

It is dark, dingy and has metal around it,

Much unlike the pincers that pushed me in,

I am taken in through a tray, and I am dropped,

There are nuts, bolts, chains and grease,

Revolving, pushing and swaying against each other,

And I fall to the floor with a well known ease,

All around me, I see my kith and kin,

Now, I know where I am,

I sit silently and look around,

Sad, that I have to be part of something,

Where all I can do is wait for my turn to come,

For those few nanoseconds of fresh air and light.

For I, am a One Rupee coin, from the far lands of India,
I'm afraid I might be stuck here, forever.