Neat And Loud Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

The corrugated line of the paver-blocks
Runs with me continuously on pavement
Of the one kilometre of Bandra-Kurla complex
Back of Kalanagar, Patrakar Nagar,
Sahithya Sahawas, and Arteknagar
With Reserve Bank and Income Tax buildings,
Lining up other side of the unpunctured road
Leading to vehicles speeding up, screeching.

Defintion of life being detection of patterns
In what we see, or do.
When it does not fit, we speculate,
Philosophize, and read Existentialist
Guys who write full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

Traffic on BKC road rises steadily,
Till one mo-bike rider slips,
And gets carried along about 50 metres
With the machine, and wheels rolling,
And then there is utter silence for a while.

But in a few minutes, it is all set right,
Five other mobike riders gather,
Check the fallen guy and vehicle,
Turn and twist a few parts,
And go their own way, leaving it
Neat, and noisy as once before.