By Jayanthi Manoj
Today the ride seems to be long and calm
I find vehicles on slow wheels
Enjoying a leisure drive
I noticed that the people even walk on roads
And buses like full-blown balloons
Sometimes out of proportion
Passengers jutting out, hanging on to the rails!
There were trees that swayed
Like nylon bristles on the brush.
I noticed all this
On my way home this festive Friday afternoon,
The satisfaction of accomplishing a week’s lash
And the joy of a weekend ahead
Brought alive the world that I passed everyday
Which I forfeited to view on moody Monday morns
When I shoot out of my home
And land in a jiffy at office
As a rocket.
I am happy that I am not misfired.
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