Cars

We grew up going about in a bus
Autos - joy rides they gave us

A bicycle came along, when I was in my teens
That’s when I wore, my first pair of jeans

A bike was bought, when I graduated
And I learnt where restaurants were situated

I took a ride in a Staff-bus to work
Dreaming I was, of driving a Merc

Five years later I bought my own car
Maruti Zen, no car was, or is, at par

I enjoyed those late night drives
On which most husbands took their wives

Then, I fell prey to the luxury
Of a chauffeur exemplary

Now, I miss the thrill of taking the wheel
Yet, the joy of handling my kids is all that I want to feel