In An Auto-Rickshaw
Away. A place to go to one day. A promise, a dream. Not an impossible one though. The moustached driver pries through the mirror. Ah, could be that he is scheming a kidnap! What does he know about this adventurous passenger who would travel with him to Away? Traffic threatens to stop us half-way. But hey, he takes a turn. It is a left turn instead of the right one. Hope soars. He makes sure I am still there and not thrown away by the dangerous turns. What does he know that I will cling on no matter what? The roads wind and flatten. Black tar flows into black tar. Meter races wildly, greedily. Oh no! Oh no, oh no! It stopped. Will I be taken to the promised land if I refuse to get down?
Away. A place to go to one day. A promise, a dream. Not an impossible one though. The moustached driver pries through the mirror. Ah, could be that he is scheming a kidnap! What does he know about this adventurous passenger who would travel with him to Away? Traffic threatens to stop us half-way. But hey, he takes a turn. It is a left turn instead of the right one. Hope soars. He makes sure I am still there and not thrown away by the dangerous turns. What does he know that I will cling on no matter what? The roads wind and flatten. Black tar flows into black tar. Meter races wildly, greedily. Oh no! Oh no, oh no! It stopped. Will I be taken to the promised land if I refuse to get down?
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