Boban And Poetry Meet Poem by Vidi Writes

Oscillation, a swing of rational twist
A delayed decision to go to the Poetry Meet
Landed me in the Railway’s Waiting List
Unease mixed with anxiety, I set out
One among the to be audience and poet.

Positioned myself on the railway platform
Outright fear gripped my tender form
Question, ‘What! If, I can’t perform? ’
Heartburn, fraught for a transform
Train just in front, I, side by, is to deform

TTR, nowhere at sight, time is running
East and west end, I kept walking
It’s all at the cost of all, at me, watching
Tea Stall boy, dashed at me, in cashing
Hapless feature, could do nothing but waiting.

Last resort, approached an onlooker, at side seat
Boban, named, casual boy, big beautiful eyes set
Alas! He too held a ticket numbered in waiting list
Managed himself, inside the compartment to sit
Said, ‘jump in, can manage, have some grit’

Whistle blew, the train gathered momentum
Withdrawal mindset, I knew, a bad symptom
It was my final call I jumped in with decorum
Just in, mobile showed my RAC allotment, an epitome!
Astonished, Boban had same RAC seat, fortune spectrum.

Sun comes out at the face of dark moon, a decor
Cuckoo sings at winter’s withering maroon, an encore
River cuts into the desert’s cordon, a succor
Boban’s like, outshine same aged Tea vendor, an exemplar
Fortune-fed, me attends the poetry meet, a fluky performer.

-vidi-
15/09/2009