Did you know I could..

A pleasant experience with a not so pleasant bank

Did you know I could..

I've entered a bank

for some routine work,

and I'm standing since an hour

with a weaning smirk.

The wait has been too long.

Patience is running thin.

Sounds of banging keys, screeching printers

are getting under my skin.

Fill a deposit slip here,

a withdrawal signature there.

Stand back and watch us,

as we rock our f*****g chairs.

AC only makes me wet

but by stinky sweat.

Glum faces everywhere.

No babe here to stare at.

When everything is almost done,

the system goes down.

And I keep standing in dismay,

wearing a Dunce Crown.

But did you know I could

tear all the pamphlets here

trash the security guard,

and bring everyone fear.

Did you know i could,

catch hold of the clerk,

grab his collar, bless him with blows

and make him do my work.

Did you know I could

smash all LED screens,

and laugh at the mayhem,

relish the horror scenes.

Did you know I could

do bhangda* on the banks counter,

and make everyone cry

for their horrendous blunder.

Just when I'm getting high

on tons of s****y thoughts,

the payment is done.

I'm left with solved knots.

I leave the bank with

a pleasant gift of hurting knees.

I lay to rest my innocuous intentions,

as I enjoy the city's smoky breeze.

C Kumar

Author's Note

* Indian dance form