| AT THE BUS-STOP |
| Eight-thirty ! And still no sign of the bus - The driver must be leisurely sipping his coffee By some road-side dhaba, why should he care If the passengers suffer, if I suffer ? A quarter-to-nine ! Gosh...! I wonder whether That driver is still having his coffee there Or is gossiping somewheere, maybe now chewing paan Or is that dhaba owner a breasty woman ?? Nine-fifteen ! When shall now I reach office ? Have the drivers all called a sudden strike ? Lo ! Gandhi taught them hartal, and now They're striking every day - Bless Democracy ! They will pilfer the diesel, then sell the tyres - And they'll strike now for more salaries ! Nine-thirty now ! Bless me Lord ! Is that bloody driver debauching somewhere ? Oh I know these drivers and those dhaba women - Go debauch whole night - who says no ? - But you will debauch n-o-w at nine-thirty !! A quarter-to-ten ! Oh my Lord ! Has that driver met with a crash or what ? Must've been drunk with hooch and dead asleep, Or maybe the conductor was driving, who knows now Anyone can get a license these days By bribing the RTO - the cursed lot ! It's ten ! .... no, I'll take a taxi - Taxi ! .....Oye, ahoy ! Taxi ! Taxi ! Taxi !!! Oh ... no, why should he listen Cursed lot ! I'll walk to office ..... !!! What ! The bus has arrived ! At last ! Oh, thank you dear driver - Thanks Lord, I won't have to walk to office Slow down, slow down, do not hurry now dear driver ! I think there must've been a traffic-jam somewhere - Oh, the city-traffic these days !! **************** |