In this neon lit autorickshaw
The wind blows fiercely
As we hurtle down the highway.
They say rickshaws topple over
When they go so fast.
It wouldn’t be so bad,
A crash on the highway.
I chuckle to myself.
But those are silly thoughts;
Just like my current state
Silly and hopeless
With no point of it at all.
But the cold wind that blows
Rouses me from my thoughts
As the meter clicks and glows
In this neon lit rickshaw
I realise life has some meaning
And not everything is lost
This auto ride maybe ending
but a new beginning awaits
