From Where To Where? Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Mo bike he pointed out to, and said,
‘I’ll dropp you home in Bandra
And collect the money for the pillow.’

I was taken aback, and told him
I have not sat on a motorbike ever:
He consoled, “ I’ll drive slow! ”

I used to ‘half-pedal’ and feel grateful
On Ambrose uncle’s bicycle in Madurai,
Not tall enough to reach from the seat.

Now in half a century, I find
That sitting pillion on mobike
Makes me feel strange and unusual.

Been an IAS officer, traveled jeep
For first ten years, and then a car
In town, or plane from place to place!