Riding a white
Bullet
On a highway that nearly
makes a mockery
Of a once imperious
Mountain
On a comfortableseat divided by
A cardboard container
Laden with mangoes
sweetened by the sun
She chats away almost
Oblivious to me
Instructions
protests pleas and
Promises whiz about the
tight space like
Express taxis
She has long since
Mastered
the art of
making do and making five
out of two
Of being resolute yet
Flexible
Her name may never
Grace a biz school hall or
Biz book cover
But sitting in a cab engulfed
by the dense bouquet of
ripe mangos
She's a bigger MOGUL
Than Gates or Buffet
or Lee Chin
She chats away almost
Oblivious to me
Instructions
protests pleas and
Promises whiz about the
tight space like
Express taxis
She has long since
Mastered
the art of
making do and making five
out of two
Of being resolute yet
Flexible
Her name may never
Grace a biz school hall or
Biz book cover
But sitting in a cab engulfed
by the dense bouquet of
ripe mangos
She's a bigger MOGUL
Than Gates or Buffet
or Lee Chin
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