THE CURIOUS JOURNALIST

POEM

In the city of

surging crowds and congestion

with innumerable vehicles

speeding fast to and fro

she was driving

her car with maximum speed.

She without losing presence of mind

her attention

seemed to be in driving and driving only

but her eyes once in a while

travelled to both sides

for watching  the surging crowds walking 

down the footpaths

that too to and fro.

Her presence of mind

was worth appreciating

upon watching a youth wearing

levis jeans and a full-sleeved cream shirt

near her office.

Her journalistic curiosity soared high

she applied sudden brake and got out of the car.

On watching the surging crowds, the moving crowds

paying no attention or sympathy

she was ashamed of the city she lived in

but the next moment

like a sage attaining

enlightenment after years of observing penance

she came to the conclusion that

all cities across the spectrum

be it her own country but

cities around the world

were like her city.  

With curiosity with her wide eyes

she reached his side

and called him whose

name she was not aware of

she with several ‘Hellos’

in her full-throated voice.

The youth opened his eyes

and angrily shouted

‘who the hell you are? You bitch’, odious wench etc

She felt like laughing

and with apprehension opened

the door of her car, and locked it and

sped to her office.

The youth once

again lapsed into sleep but she was sure

he was not drunk and the question of

why he was  lying there she was not certain

whether he was sleeping or simply

shutting his eyes.

But to her he was a mystery.

But in the evening

while coming out

from her office

she watched you  the youth

and pointed her finger towards

the fellow who seemed to be sober.

‘Dear sister I am very sorry for calling

you choicest expletives’.

Thanks ‘That’s okay  I really appreciate your vocabulary

and gave him a broad smile…..