An hour from St. Valentine’s day ..
Ring Ring Ring. .
“Happy Valentine’s day ”
“I love you..”
“I love you too,honey ! ”
“you know what ….”
And talk’st they thus..
The moving box of metal makes its way;
halts a mile before its stop to take its fare.
Unorganized and stampedeal a fair is what it creates;
a zoo of “cultured” animals is precisely what it makes.
The inward experienced one, finds the jungle too wild;
‘survival of the fittest ‘ is not the game of a child.
the Uphill task is well achieved on entering the metal box;
touching his back he realizes his wallet is lost !
One red light and all the rpms drop;
the two and four strokes come to a standstill stop.
The two legged then use the crossing of the zebra;
a coin is blackmailingly requested by the deprived ma’ams of the area
30 minutes of tick-tock is his limit,
“courier of pizzas”, is that with which he is knighted.
Halted by the red light, he too takes his stop;
when a new arrival to the pack takes away his top.
Off he is thrown of his bike, and on the road;
his most used leg, crushed under the four wheeled Ford..
Noisily-serene is the environment,
with the sick and wounded stretched away to the diagnostic compartment.
The intellectuals prefixed with ‘Dr.’ are the preachers here;
saving the lives of humans is their prayer here.
A group of blood-related people anxiously wait;
outside a theater in which operations are made.
Off goes the red light ,and out comes the preacher;
and straight he goes to the teenaged creature.
Shaking his hand he makes a face;
“Your father is no more”, is what he says.
“Baby, its eight and I need to go!I love you”
“It’s okay..I love you too, and happy Valentine’s day again!”
And thus they hang up..
“The day can’t get any better”, thinks she.
“An hour better than heaven “, feels he.
And they both sink into the perceived beautiful munificence of the past hour…