Gokul Anand Deenan

Rookie (24-06-1990 / Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India)

How I got to Office everyday


My adventurous Journey begins with a transit in train
cheap and fast but can give you a strain

Lots of chittis around here, not designed by vaseegaran
yet prefer to on-board the train on the run

I squeeze through the crowd in the dark subway of Guindy
on seeing the horde of plebeians waiting for bus, i turn giddy

Turning myself into a barbarian, I plow into a bus
you need to remove courtesy from your Dictionary without a fuss

Dare to Sit in a Ladies seat and you are in a huge mess
you are a Male Chauvinist, if u have a problem with the converse.

Now comes the yellow devil with a puff of smoke
I get to sit beside the driver as I'm a lean bloke

A MGM roller coaster ride for just Rs.10
one difference there is, just the seat belt, my Son

And you think the most grueling part of the day is gone
but there waits a man inside a cabin, the Don

Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, February 22, 2013

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