Cars-For Women

Saw the advertisement of a sleazy Volkswagen Surfed the net as the seed was sown For anything based on german technology I knew nothing about car mechanisms Except the comfort of conveniences Yet updated my limited knowledge With its mileage, performance, safety Saw the diesel and petrol options Of the Vento sedan facelift images And I struck the hammer for An ivory Vento petrol run sedan Thought it to be the most perfect gift For my no demanding husband whose Passion for good cars was no secret But had never indulged in such luxury It looked as chaste and modest Yet powerful in making its presence felt as he The plush ivory seat covers made me drool The hatchback was a a luxury for holidaying Car loans were enticing with festive offers I had saved enough for the initial down payment Before it reached home at the traffic lights An illiterate rickshaw puller scoffing all rules Squeezed his way between two cars To leave a scar on the front door The heart on a trapeze on highways with Many more dents and bangs on tragic Indian roads Fuming and fretting at every imbecile Given a driving license without any lesson The plush seats became uncomfortable And the ass became sore The generosity of an overwhelmed heart Seemed not a very lucrative proposition As every pay packet announced debits With fewer coins on retail therapy Alas! The years of stringent measures Will die within a week with the end of the last debit The Old Vento is finally ours, but wonder Is it really ivory that I had bought six years ago? Is it the same sedan whose facelift images that had lured me? Or does it need a facelift? Balveen Cheema January 1, 2015 Contest: Cars- Only for Women Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A