Written by: S.Jagathsimhan Nair


The joy of riding
where the small ones
have gone away
turns into nothing
at the big one
minutes  away.

* This is about the joy of riding on the  highway which has been recently repaired and re-laid, ridding it of its pits and potholes and the mortification of subsequently getting stopped by the traffic police  or by the less-than-civil  contract labor manning toll gates.

05 mar 13
Form: Grook ( A short aphoristic poem characterised by irony, paradox, brevity, sophisticated rhyme and often satiric in nature)

Contest: A Grook for all occasions