At 3 am..

Walking on the pavement,
he' opened the door, entered barista
wearing nike, at 3 am
two people saw her...

the flashy dress, all mysterious black,
he' hanged around a little,
looked as if just had an ecstasy
and was going the aftermath..

he' looked divine to me..
but to other, he' was attractive --
only that much for a number
and fifty and thousand rupees..

he walked over to him'
asked him' for hot cuppa' coffee
he' smiled a little,
said his' credit card was outta order

so, he said, dun worry
i have the cash
let's go, wherever you want to,
for he was the minister's son..

Ah! there i wished i had
but a talk and a walk with him'
to get to know him'...
but he' never glanced at me..

he' already had said yes
to go 'uck n forget, yea, and earn
to be the one heck of a slut
but, was he'?

looking into his' hazel eyes, and the
smoothness of his' hands
he' was never meant to be--
his' family couldn't support his' education..

ministers say..
they spend one-fifth on education..
do they? i guess so...
here was how.

he' was ambitious, nay, very
bold and beautiful, coming from
where there are no ideals,
just as the person he' had said yes to..

highest or lowest, it's all the same
i guess, they are without any shame
free, hopeful, and unburdened
totally unaware of what they do!

i had no reaction
but just to ponder over..
on things, as numbers on stock index:
why the fall, why the rise, why the trend?

had he' but was there at 3 pm
walking down the same pavement,
he would never had looked on him'
and i would have asked him' on a date..