A LUXURY CAR.

 

 

I  walked the road with a heavy load

Keeping pace with the life race

.I tripped and slipped and lost my grip

My basketful of labour spilled on a parked car.

 

spontaneously I heard a shout, angry and loud

The owner of the luxury  car shouting at me

Are you blind that this car was hit

You may have scratched and dented it

 

The angry voice directed me

to clean the mess and get away immediately

I almost fell,  humiliated and embarrass

As passers by were looking with interest.

But I did not let it be a burden

Just forget the incidents, leave it where it happen

They are just gravels and small stones

in this uneasy road of my own

 

But today I remembered the incident

As we are busy with the state election

my husband and I getting ready to the polling station

Just as I closed the door and gate

A car has come to wait

the driver got out and bowed politely

Father, mother,  I will drive you to the voting centre.

So we got in, without much thinking

To do our duty and come home early

 

 In the car he kept telling us

I am contesting the election

 Vote for me , don't choose other person .

 

I remember at that instance

This is the owner of the luxury car

Who insulted and humiliated me

During the last term.