Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Tramps

I boarded an autoricksha to run off to work
was getting late; didn't want my lobby managers to smirk
drive as fast as you can bhai
I'm left with so little time; I lie
he drove as fast as he could
in peace i sat still as a wood
we crossed all roads and street
finally reached the under flyover where four roads meet
we waited till the robot goes green
I relaxed a little and tried not to be seen
as lady tramps marched nearer
I kept bending backwards -in arrear
One of them was pregnant it seemed
a large stomach protruding indeed
They cried they need money and wanted my favour
this women needs hospitalization she is in labour
I looked at the woman my heart sank
I took out my purse and emptied my money bank
Gave 300 out of 400, needed one note for the driver
they thanked me and we were out of the picture
the driver said i was cheated and had made a miscalculation
I said you don't know nothing you are not a woman
I was content with the decision I made
not a slight feeling of regret I have I said
Narrated the story to my freinds and clients
they all claimed I had a heart of saints
A week later I waited at the same signal
I was bored and looked out in dismal
A lady approached me with a protruded tummy
She bore a familiar face and claimed she was waiting to be mummy

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