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Monday, April 21, 2008


Poem thought of while going to office in the morning bus:

Standing in the middle of the road in the scalding heat,
I have lost track of time and the changes around me,
Watching the world moving to a wild beat,
I marvel at the different shades of man I get to see.

Take this young man walking by the road,
With his wife silently tagging along,
Carrying two bags, too much of a load,
While the man looking at a pretty broad,
Nods, winks and bursts into a lewd song!
The wife watching this hangs her head in shame,
Maybe thinking that she has only herself to blame.

Suddenly, a whistle disrupts my reverie,
Followed by a screech of wheels and a hail,
Turning around I am not surprised to see,
The traffic constable making his first sale;
Sale of his honor for not stopping an offender,
Calmly pocketing the money, he waves him along.
How does he live with himself? I wonder,
As this is what I have seen him do, all day long!

Jus then, something divine reaches my ear,
Oh it’s a bird singing a beautiful song,
She lands on me, without a fear,
Noting my appreciation, decides to go on!
"Oh what a pretty bird!" Cries a young girl looking,
Her beau, looking dreamily at her, nods,
She moves closer to him, still smiling,
And his hand creeps around her waist, after a pause.
Oh ignore me, for god's sakes,
I am only a man, about twice your age!

Lost in my observations, i just see,
That the sun has set, giving me a golden glow,
The bikers slow down looking up at me,
Magnificent in bronze, with feelings I can't show.


Dasaratha Raman said...

Keep blogging archie.. Your words are very nice. Good luck..!!

Nitin said...

Nice....I hope you get to your office on time with all these observations!

Evglere said...

Thanks Dasa! Thanks Nitin! I reach office on time.. but spend my time in office writing like these!! ;)