"You must go through a taxi"
"A shaw rather"
So, I crossed the road
to get a cheaper one
on a raised bus stand
"Idiot! a shaw won't
collect reserved"
Waiting for long
she caught one for me
Sending it to another end
He smiled, satisfied
"Where?"
"Spring Valley"
He nodded and raced his
shaw down the Citylight Road
Me perplexed
"You know where that is?"
"No, you guide"
Travelling together for a while
Broke the silence me
"You know ChinaGate?"
A couple of jokes and giggles
were exchanged
on ChinaGate being in India
later he said
"Kidding! I went to ChinaGate
Today,
oh! or was it Yday
umm, maybe it was parso"
Me contemplating on his 1/3 80 years
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Mehroobi Zaftas
PoetryMehroobi Zaftas, are poems written by me. They just have their own exclusive name. They are lucky you see:)
