He Is Always There To Greet Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

He is always there to greet
Each morning
I meet him daily
As I wait for my bus to turn up
And at least a five minutes’ interaction
With him has become of late a routine
He sports no smile, though
He talks with this
Emotion-less eyes
And with a smile
Which I deciphered
After repeated examinations
Of his thin lips
A slim boyish look young man, as he is
With a well-above-average height and
Commonly acknowledgeable handsomeness
He has a gait
Apparently bent a bit forward
On the right
With his body weight acting
On his left leg
A person you can never miss
In that bus stop
Once he said
Why don’t you look like me
Well dressed
In a similar blue suit as of mine
With a white shirt
And a conventional tie
Blue in colour with white stars
Placed in a special design
I told him
You have been paid
For sporting this look
While I need to buy them
And I hardly need to look the way you seem
He can only continue
With the same hidden smile as
He is only an advertising model
On a flexi board
Promoting sales of a particular brand