son-of-a-bitch

Jostling down the lanes,
criss-cross the busy morning roads.


I am on my way back home,
a triumphant moment after drop-offs.
Check-list runs in my mind,
one down ,many to go..


Time to switch the gears n mode,
office awaits with its own agenda.
The familiar faces and greets,
Hi and hellos, byes n see yous.


The signals ahead seem like a under spell,
many a heads turning, many a legs slowing.
A mixed ratio of both clans,
being held back by something I miss to see..


And then I reached the 'Chosen' signals,
oh yes,  it does turn the heads n  rein the legs,


It isn't easy to say
what was the reason..
the ravishing ,comfy, power-filled bike
or the one controlling it by the horns..


the signals go green,
he revs it up..
Or as my son would say,
he pumped up his pistons or
busted its boilers..


And in a blink,
it was bygone,
leaving many a envious
many a mused..
 
And then came a perfect expression,
in a perfectly right pitch,
A very impressed teen yelled,
What a son-of-a-bitch!!