A Sight not uncommon these days ......
T'was a difficult bus journey
all bumps & pits across the dusty Indian road
Much irritating to those 2 strangers
One a painter, the other- a musician I recall .
They talked about their hobbies
an unitended way to pass the hour
They added great tales to their telling
Each , magnificently ridiculous than the other !
Soon it came to egos
Those prickly baloons easily pricked
Sisters weren't spared ..nor were poor mothers ..
a slug-fest soon began.. their minds totally flicked !
Sanity prevailed at last ..
the singer quiet,a few broken teeths shed ...
The painter howling in pain ...
over his accursed hand that bled ...
No more singing for a few months ..
no more paintings till the hands heal ..
And as the rickety old bus moved on ..
The lot of us heave a sigh of relief ..