Heading to the city in a cab,
I take a backseat and wave goodbye
To my people, to my town
I say – wait for my call, wait for my mail
When back, I may tell you a tall tale.
The steering in the Captain’s hand, me with a book and a cam,
Music on and the four wheels move on
So my cat nap ends when we are miles away,
On the highway it is a heavy rainy day
Long awaited season is finally here after the summer of April and May.
Extending my hand out of the window pane
A rhyme now strikes in my brain
Quickly pull out a paper and a pen
Scribble down the beautiful moments of the rain
The black grey clouds in the blue washed sky
Now the fresh smelled earth isn’t dry
Lush Green looks more green
I can even dance alone, be like a queen
The cab moves on and the sceneries change
So I think of many more lines to brew and blend
A scooter with two drenched men on board
They run for a shelter from the road
Laughing and chatting under the tree
They wait to restart the choked wheels.
Just waved them goodbye
On my way, I am happy on a rainy day
City and town – Miles away,
I am on a ride on the Highway!!!