every blueline shrieks, 'andher chalo'
every conductor booms, 'andher chalo'
crowded bus stops, board bluelines
conscious conductor pops, 'andher chalo'
stops-after-stops, more people jump in
one-tune he harps, 'andher chalo'
pushing and pulling, while one-on-the other
the-one-man-singing, 'andher chalo'
52 seated bus, carrying 100+ by now
no time no muse, 'andher chalo'
nobody listens to, cry of the pick-pocketed
all attuned to, 'andher chalo'
it's bloody tyres, yelling for more blood
o! pavement dwellers, 'andher chalo'
no way to exit, it's all blocked
what a plight, 'andher chalo'
j.john britto xavier
1 comment:
Hmmmmm....reminds me of them. I wud take he risk to sit in them very rarely. Dont u often feel u r flying on the roads...or going to a battle....or escaping something...or chasing something.
used to leave my breath held...
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