Taurus

 

When the Taurus comes along

carrying tons of granite

from the booming quarry

in the hills being levelled,

my heart palpitates in reverence.

It reminds me of a majestic ruler

who claims everything to himself.

My Maruti Alto 800cc takes a bow

like Cinderella and beats a retreat

to the side of the rural highway.

 

Tauruses come one by one

like soldiers marching to annihilate

the infiltrators at the borders.

Cinderella quivers and tremors.

She gathers enough courage one day

and tells the menacing Taurus:

My Prime Minister has a BMW-7

fully armoured

he’s my strength

he’s my fortress

You’re only a Taurus.