SENIOR'S PLOT, WET CLOTH, OH MY GOD! Wee hours of morning, SENIOR’s call, Time to wander across DADAR's ever busy grounds, Thick clouds, rainfalls take reign from the sun Lord, Senior's Plot, Wet Cloth, Oh My God! Boarding a bus, DADAR's an hour away, A normal 3 hour work and back home, I PRESUMED, But the rains targeted me, and I was caught, I am DOOMED! Senior's Plot, Wet Cloth, Oh My God! A cell phone to carry, a book to read, And ofcourse, the plot files, in a P.D., SENIOR’s call, PLOTTER's address, and the bus STALLED. That's a NEGATIVE sign. Senior's Plot, Wet Cloth, Oh My God! Fault WINDOWS, double fault THE BUS ROOF, Game, Set, Match, the rains had already WON, and seeped into! But the plots are yet to be taken, so I moved on, I SNEEZE! Senior's Plot, Wet Cloth, Oh My God! Shiv SenaBhavan, half a KILOMETRE away from the plotter, Thinking about MONDAY, and forgetting about it! Time to move, request to a guy for a place in his umbrella, HALFWAY through! Senior's Plot, Wet Cloth, Oh My God! Another request, this time to a SHOPKEEPER, For a plastic, and he lends me HALLS' mint cover, In goes the book, the p.d., but wait, my phones’ OFF! Oh DAMN! Senior's Plot, Wet Cloth, Oh My God! A request, this time from the PLOTTER herself, For an hour to wait, and to hold myself still,
But I was drenched, and the AC, holding onto a rod, I SHUDDERED! Senior's plot, Wet Cloth, Oh My God! The plots taken, heaving a sigh of relief, I met my senior at DADAR station, West, As I gave him the plots, my jaw dropped, Forgot the P.D.! Senior's Plot, Wet Cloth, Oh My God! A visit to the same DEN, one more time, I put the P.D. into the cover, and board a bus. “Kaay chatri nahi ka? Aanghol karun aale aahet,” says the driver, FRUSTRATED now! Senior's plot, Wet Cloth, Oh My God! I get down at DEONAR; walk into my MOM’s workplace, SBI, DEONAR branch, where's the toilet?! I need to pee! I ask my mom, and run to her given directions, Flat TUMMY! Senior's Plot, Wet Cloth, Oh My God! Another bus, to VASHI, an accident at the VASHI Bridge, MassiveTRAFFIC, an hour to cross the bridge, I walk along the divider, totally exasperated, Jaw DROPPED, mind WASHED, my day is a FLOP! Holding a LADIES umbrella borrowed from my mom, I am almost descending the VASHI Bridge, The bus I had alighted from chases me, OH SHUCKS! Waste of ENERGY! Mind rugged, my day sucks! Finally home, strangely, my phone is working! YIPPIE! I jump, dry myself, set to retire on my bed As one of my friend always says, SMILE ON, And I smile on, about my SENIOR'S PLOT, my WET CLOTH, oh mydear LORD!
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2011 | SHILPASAGAR
Rashmil Rajagopalan