Sparkling sweat beads dripping Down his shining head and wetting His shirt that's sticking to his fast ticking heart. The stranger was a strange encounter For the tea vendor at the counter near the Indian railway station. He looked out if there were any rain There wasn't any and couldn't restrain "What makes thou to perspire so much?' The man stood slowly gasping and ordered a tea And bumped on the banana bunch While turning to sit on a bench.
The vendor at the counter repeated same question: what made thou perspire so?
" O the mad rush from station. To retrieve the cash bag" He paused and said, "my wife left at *** End of filling the car With rag tags and bob tails".
She and her mother Had to catch the train in time And to be seated in fine The only scheduled train half past seventeen. I dropped them though very relaxed. As it were conceived Twenty minutes ahead. Was it not ideal with an aged One to move unbothered? "Then tell me why art thou sweating?" Take the tea and be seated. The curious vendor came out of counter Placed the tea on the bench near him and sat beside To listen to the stranger.
I waved good bye to my wife then she asked for the cash bag and sensed she left it at home. No time to think I jumped into car and shot off Zooming in terrific zigzag Through a flood of swelling traffic Ten minutes remaining My car stopped with a crushing break At home. I jumped and grabbed the bag from the side of the garage Where she left it. Put my hands to the shoulder tags Perched on my two wheeler thanks To God. I gushed out like a wind dealing and wheeling steering like youngsters Rushed to the station yard Dashed the scooter forward Caught an auto rickshaw The Surprised driver pull started I commanded to drop me At the station entrance Just three hundred feet distance And threw a hundred rupee pittance The train was hooting to commence I did not see the couch number Running I asked a runner by For B2, "to B or not to B you C" First board the tail and move forward inside the isle. Without waiting for detail I ran gasping like a runner And in the other corner Aghast my wife speechless At my ghostly shape and beastly pants Caught the costly bag from my hands And saw me dart the moving exit Some one voiced me to sit A while and rest. The train left in disgust. "Alas! You relax. At last You are a winner! Right? Take tea" The man curious though patted And told to encourage him.
"No! Not. I am a loser! A snake bite Following a lightning strike! I was gasping and sitting On a chair on the platform A man in black suite stood before me, a snake with open hood over me who ran like lightning Bolt. "Show your entry pass", his voice bold and told "Or pay a fine hundred fold The cost of a platform ticket" I paid the bitter fine. Is it not a snake bite behind A lightning strike? Wiping out the sweat beads with a piece of cloth he stretched his hand For a cigarette! The vendor helped the man to light it too and watched his face glow up Behind a whirling puff Of smoke and a hot sip from tea cup.