I wrote for a lot of people.... How can I not write for them? These guys take me to around, make me think along the way ... about this thing I have to say
Call this an Ode or call this a satire,
To the three-wheeling community,
Who stir the traffic-al quagmire...
Every new day in Bangalore city.
The first mile costs a mere Ten buck,
But it takes grit to ensure a recount.
For every client is high-muck-a-muck
To be on the deadly auto-man's mount...
Once paid for, they promise you a ride,
A journey through roads less travelled.
But the destination is for him to decide,
However much you may seem hassled...
Sometimes they rate you, by the face,
Seeking their preys, in the morning rush,
You'll be nailed, if, of the High Tech race...
Your pockets barren.. his meadows plush !
It's better to be with him, than around,
It's better to take the rock with the roll...
He'll be behind with nasty horn to sound
If not on the side, edging out of control !
Blaring new songs, boastful of movie stars,
At least a thousand of them can be found,
With jarring noise, and a silencer farce...
How is it hard to break the barrier to sound?
A mouthful of swear-words are his stakes,
All day long in the gambling with his wrists,
Clutching the gear and holding his brakes,
On crazy maneuvers along bends and twists .
And yet he's here, seeking opportunities,
And yet his is an endearing tale to tell,
Of a small town man, bewildered by the cities,
Who's brought along his dreams to sell !
He is a cheat only as much as me,
His is a story only as much as mine ...
He maybe lost in the future we foresee ...
With his departure as a metropolis' sign !
5 comments:
super!
But.."mouthful of swearwords are his stakes.." A little too critical.
Anyway.. super stuff.. in the end sounds like a tribute. :)
"mouthful of swearwords are his stakes.." true only... how wud I ever learn kannada profanity without them...
to add my own...
These guys will also take u for a ride,
Drive between ur legs if u spread them a little wide,
Make u beg and plead, to take u to ur place,
And depending on his mood,it wud be at a snail's pace or a F1 race
Wow!!! Auto Man! Very nice poem...
Couldn't resist writing a few lines which I could come up with quickly :-)
In this mad traffic, there judgement is bound to rule,
cos if they wouldn't have been there, would you been ever able to move?
You may find yourself waiting & waiting to make a turn,
when you see an auto, passing everyone and a make that sharp u-turn.
I think they should be our country's official traffic control,
and by law, at all times, they should be distributed evenly across all roads.
I was in this auto once... and at a signal were everyone had stopped he kept yelling. I asked him why the futile yelling ...and he said... "yeno traffic alli koogaddhidhre niddhe barolla" (He can't sleep at night if he doesnt yell during the jams)
Random back link from FB post:
He's a learned man in his own right!
With his social commentary & u'r time to spare
And when we're closer to 9 pm on any night...
It's either 1 & 1/2 being fair or a verbal fanfare
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