Ode to an honest autowallah who charged Rs 24 only/- …guess where?

It’s difficult commuting in cities in India….people grow old traveling, negotiating, begging, abusing autowallahs……you can’t blame them….and you can’t back their excessive demands either. here’s part of a poem that happened on one sun lit day when I met a good autowallah, a good person.


Most of the time  I turn away

When I see you in threes and fours,

Almost always you ask me for more………


I am a traveler,

I have to go,

Almost always you  tell me no……..


So when you turn on the meter, you actually do,

I’m thrilled, my heart apace,

I kick myself now, that I do not remember your face.


© neelthemuse,2011

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