The piteous lone traveler
i went along the route traveled
by most, both young and old
with a cell phone costlier than gold
yet along the course what unraveled
was sadder than most, so was i told
what you may read might sound just comical
-at first, but trust me you would
roll in laughter, more than you should
So here's the story that's tragical
in more ways than one for the lad who was...well, misunderstood
i had a phone,smart it was to do
anything -except forcing someone to call
i sat inside the vehicle, share auto they call,
alas, it was worse than sitting in a loo
and yet i took with me the phone... and all
Diversity, i had read about in text
yet that day was the one i felt
i had seen an example and dealt,
Many were there that day all annexed
to the tiny vehicle, bulging through its belt
To my horror, i found
every single person on their phone
except a geriatric, whom i found all alone
Tamil , Hindi , English , Telugu and Malayalam all around
was all i could fathom from the sound.
Awkward was it for me to sit,
among this crowd of people attending calls
when i had to sit silently staring at the walls
Out of no where did i hear a voice, that hit
me hard, sure to bring out some soft LOL(s)
The geriatric who i mentioned earlier
was the source of this loud noise,
snorted did he from the crowd with a loud voice,
"cut the damn calls, the poor boy is feeling demure"
My god did he point the finger at me, oh boys!
Embarrassed was i with those words,
Only to be even more... later,
Snorted again did the old man, greater
"Son, isn't there anyone to call you ? ...poor nerds!!",
What ? why ? when ? how ? please stop this banter
So this was the story of the piteous lone traveler,
who endured this embarrassing situation,
ever after did he proceed with caution
who do you think was the poor traveler
he is none other than yours truly(exclamation)
Yes... yes.... now Rebecca black's Friday sounds better and an LKG kid would have written a better poem, but trust me.... if this had been in an article format you would have hated it more.
And for those who are wondering if this is a poem, Yes it is ! It follows the style a-b-b-a-b (alliteration if you fancy :p)