It’s late in the evening
I’m wondering which road to take
I look out my window
To hear the traffic and brake
I’m still in the office
Its better I holler a friend
Maybe we’d squeeze past this jam
Or maybe I’d be stuck here till ten
The thought has to come to my mind
To give the rikshawala another try
But it’s been more than once now
My hopes have all run dry!
The ease and comfort in which he denies
A ride to every person seeking a ride
His heartless reply and the look to deny …
You a lift from off the road side!!
Occasionally you’d find a helpful soul
To see the desperation in your eye
He’d offer you up a metered ride
Like an angel who heard your cry
This of course is a one in billion chance
For most often than not for sure
You have to tread back home
Or your own car’s the only CURE!!!
