Trust me, in-person I noted it,
during my long tedious wait
for a cab, enduringly I stood,
in front of d' Rythu bazaar gate
I evidently needed a lift early,
to my only daughter's address
from d' main road, little inside,
located her present residence
A pajama kurta clad youth rider,
passed by my side in a scooter
mumbling lines of a film song,
with least concern whatsoever
on d' cramped footplate total load
one of the bags haply slipped out,
rolled down to d' middle of d' road
Ignorant of d' episode occurred,
his scooter kept on moving ahead
couldn't listen yell from d' back,
didn't halt, as onlookers expected
risking own life, no urgent need
it's d' peak hour rush on the road,
vehicles racing in mammoth speed
Finally knew d’ facts, he stopped,
on the roadside parked d' scooter
but no way to collect d' bag soon,
worried, it's unfeasible to venture
to it a road transport bus rushing
in d' last moment driver located it,
following the others came behind
in split-second turned the wheels,
and prevented an unwanted grind
its wheel hit d' bag hard on d' side
content spilled, scattered on d' road
nice rhizomes of raw crisp ginger
bunches of fresh coriander leaves,
and alluring white silky garlic balls
of course only salt pepper paucity
to crush items in broad stout tires,
rushed in a hound-like Honda city
Act kept on repeating many times,
by wheels of vehicles, no counting
jeeps, buses, lorries, tractors, autos,
Toyota, Santro, Skoda, cars all kind
d' aroma of instant sauce just superb
can't stop its making, that's destined,
only watch in agony with heartthrobs
May it be a devastating earthquake,
or a minor impetuous sauce making
availed me the privilege to watch,
steadily surging d’ primetime rush
it had to happen, happened, making
of d' spontaneous salivating sauce
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