Is this poem any good?

Adonis

I saw him while I was on a train
We'd stopped, our noses stuck to the pane

It was in a village not far from here
The dirt hadn't stopped, the air wasn't clear

He bathed at a lone public hand pump
His brown underwear clung to his rump

The rest of him was stark bare
His skin shone in the afternoon glare

Black, glossy, with a perfect physique
Public no clothesness didn't make him meek

We none of us could avert our stare
From Adonis, who was beautiful when bare

And while I looked on I could also discern
Others of all ages awaiting their turn

Holding slivers of pink soap and dirty linen
Vultures seeing through filth and beauty even

They stood around him and shuffled their feet
Gloating at the pump did they grumble and bleet

While my hero hurried and wasn't aware
That one's body could be one's own and so could its care

And that some living elsewhere think they know
That it brings pleasure to treat it so
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It's about the lack of privacy in crowded countries like mine. I wrote this one and more on sonali-delhi.blogspot