As I walk out of my house to start yet another day,
The glaring sun and the dust on the concrete path mark my way...
I see the autowallah just outside
and thank my stars to have found him just on time...
With warm greetings, he gestures me to sit inside,
I wonder if it's me or the moolah that's making him smile...
Ah! the moolah!! isn't it why even I am taking this ride ??
I flash my teeth to him, obviously reciprocating to his fake smile...
As I pass through the same way, thinking about the to-do list of the day,
In between the honking-ponking, the black smoot, the red lights I see that half cut tree...
I wonder if it ever despises the autowallah and me?
The old man is at the signal even today, I look at his bent stature and wonder...
what makes him bear the burden of life this way,
His sunken eyeballs has no expressions but one, that's of dismay.
But, as I give him his share of moolah, he displays a forced smile anyway...
As I reach my destination once again, I shut the chaotic rantings of my mind for one more day,
and yet again I wonder,wouldn't life be easier if just for once I could listen what my heart has to say!!
