My Aimless Mistake

As the sun just woke up,

Men from their tiny huts;

Headed towards the corner tea shop.

I walked by, that very casual hour,

On a solo tour by feet to the snack bar;

Throwing my eyes to talkative crowd.

The ceaseless worker at the busy slot,

Drifted his hands, like ups and downs;

And filled in the tea in glass tumblers.

Two to three, they round about,

Negating noise of the running buses;

They lamented joyfully quenching their thirst.

Unveiling a few old coins,

From their stained pockets;

They place silly on the steaming surface.

I saw seated on the trembling wooden bench,

Their eyes lingered around the parchment of the news;

And fingers amidst, they suspended the naughty cigars.

My ambiance provoked to take a turn,

To hold the cigars and cause it to burn;

Deciding its the first and last of every puff. 

I took a sneak peek of the complete scene,

As the delicious vapors emerged from the hot tea;

Leaving the smoke curl in resonating air,

My dad came by to my misfortune,

Stunned by the cigarette losing its length;

As I stood there stylish forgetting the world.

 

With no cooperation to the speedy clock;

With no break in my shivering voice,

I spotted dad and sprinted back home.

That day was a feast as I rightly guessed,

As my good dad beat my aimless mistake.

Numbing my bums by the huge striking force. 

Since then I hated the smoke

And the very smell of any cigar

Ever remembering my day caught red-handed.

I now feel that all is for good,

Sighting the rural scene at the corner tea shop;

As it taught me a lesson that I should always recall.