A folk running back home
impersonates childhood revisited with the clock striking 6 (six),
No sooner we know whether our cab
is scheduled else we will be caught in a fix…
Searching for the cab or its illicit acquaintance
(driver) results in stress taking a toll,
Flash mob originates and revolt sneaks in to
raise our voice as an exit poll…
Blessed are those whose carrier is fixed,
confirmed and adheres to the schedule,
Unsaid consoling eyes of folks seated in the
cab fuels the air full of ridicule…
Uneasiness creeps & restlessness starts
prevailing in the left out crowds seeking justice,
Alerting and informing their dear ones seem
as if they had the last vehicle missed…
Consoling words of the accountable never
venture beyond the unit of “minutes”,
Sheepish smile of folks are enchanted when
someone says “It’s now the limits”…
Pilots of the grounded crafts chew “kuber”
and the isolated/carefree ones sip “cola”,
Meanwhile a war emerges whether to opt
“Paytm funded Uber” or “Cash driven Ola”…
Amidst all this chaos, a fairy tale craft
makes it way smoothly between the crowds,
Envisaging it as the chariot to heaven,
selfish folk’s destinations can be heard loud…
Leaving all anguish & forgetting the
long wait, one flutters towards the carrier like a child,
Securing a place in the chariot as the last
carrier back home, myriad emotions do go… timid & mild!!!
