Those nimble feet, those slender arms
With a breathing bundle cosily wrapped in the waist
It does not matter who stretches that begging hand
With a fake grimace on a sweat-soiled face.
The headlights flash, the horns blow impatiently
ID cards tugged flash carelessly
I-pods deafened ears, radio and MP3
Dusty footwear and grazed feet.
The payal does a peek-a-boo
The jasmine bravely looks her freshest until now
Perfumes drowned in the pollution,
One waits for the signal to go green.
The geek in the front seat watches re-runs of some household American sitcom
Sigh! We are so wannabe Americans in thought, action and attitude
Even though, we claim we are desi
And all we do is mind other’s business.
The tramp forgot to beg, the driver forgot to watch the signal
The geek forgot to laugh quietly on ear/head phones
One forgot to mind their business
Humanity forgot to see, they just stare.
The clock struck eight and the signal goes green.
The beggar moves on, the laughs stopped
No life lost, no limb broken
Only limbo crashed, some animation on a thinkpad.