dusk with a dim sun.
cool light breeze.
i depart for the airport.
as there is nobody to see off,
i quietly book a taxi and leave.
no work tomorrow.
fridays here are dry days,
as dry as the throats of
street children that hang
over car windows for penny.
i anyhow reject them
and prepare ahead
for my weekend.
the road to the airport:
well polished & glossy.
as it's almost dark now,
the divider's lamposts
reflect over the street
and displays the urbane
from taxi's closed
glass door, while city
radio mildly plays on
to my ear some
advertisement
on plastic money.
the taxi driver peeps from
the rear mirror into my eyes
and quickly looks away
as i notice his gaze.
it's windy as i step out
of the cab and move.
the human face from
the city to the airport
has changed a lot.
a certain glow has
suddenly captured
its flesh and skin.
there is an air of
wealth around,
a good number of
round hefty hips
locomote swiftly
making space
for one another.
eyes avoid eyes,
turning heads
pretend absence,
and i fly to a new city
with similar nuances.
~ praveen singhmar
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