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Bashyam Narayanan


Denude Me Off My Currencies


A village lane
Uneven road
Cars, two-wheelers
Cyclists and pedestrians
Moving both ways
A mother with two kids
Making her way
Through water stagnations
Horns of automobiles
Shouts of fruit and vegetable vendors
An old man quarreling with his wife
A walker stepping upon a platform
To give way for a speeding car
Dust, sweat
Stinks of rotten vegetables
And that of fermenting sewage drain
I am witnessing all these
Placed in air conditioned glass enclosure
No one stepped in today
I have a lot to say
And lot to offer
Just at the display of card
And digital identity
No one took a note of me
All busy in their safe moving
I keep myself busy
With regular internal checks
Of my internal systems
None found time to make use of my presence
I got situated there with a lot of thinking
And a business strategy
Not that I am always like this
Sometimes people queue up before me
But no one came today
I am an automated teller machine
A twenty four hours cash vendor
ATM they call me
Before culprits break me open and rob
Step in please and
Denude me off my currencies

Submitted: Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 02, 2013

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