TELL ME HOW YOU'LL FEEL

A laugh of simple life

Tell me how you’ll feel

When you enter taxi and turn to canned sardine

How will you feel if one of the sardines

Seating next to you cries she has missed her period

 

Tell me how you’ll feel

When you enter bus and buy a fish body spray

Then a toothless man next to your bill

Tells you women still fight for him at seventy

 

Dear please explain this to me

How you get a lift in a Lexus jeep

Then the car owner offers a change

Saying, ‘the distance was free except for the jeep’

Author's Note

Remember, don't hesitate to give honest review. I love you all.

Reviews

[Williams Ike]

Waooo ! This is a poem very rich in imagery & metaphor. The paradox of living in this part of the country is well Captured. The regretful state commuters are treated, the smelly & rotten gestures of our old men(chiefs,politicians,etc)to our young girls. And also the young girls who has refused to represent womanhood in the right sense of it ; but has choose to flirt around such 'old fools '. However, the poem is weird as keeD chuckled. Nevertheless, I think that is the beauty of poetry. It has to be a hard nut to crack.

[Mirror]

You just said it all. The regretful state, the choices, e.t.c

i choose to make light of the situation. you got the point!!!

[Mrudula Rani]

How about carpooling?
Your poems are a treat! Love the way you paint images!

[Mirror]

Rani, thank you! thanks dear. I am reading your work too. great write.

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you.

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Really? This happens in your city?
I am simply amazed :D Lol

[Mirror]

Right! Lolzzz

Hey, thanks for stopping by! :D

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Thats funny!
Welcome always Mirror!

[AYVID N]

This poem drew laughter but had me amazed too. How imaginatively you took common, everyday unseemly situations and turned them into such humor-filled metaphors! A very enjoyable read!

[Mirror]

hahahaha! Imagine the toothless handsome seventy year old..... and the not-so-free-a-lift jeep. Life is easy no matter how nasty. Thank you for stopping by dear friend.

[AYVID N]

In Tanzania, they call the lift or taxi "daladala". One can hitch a ride for a tuppence. The scenes sketched in the poem remind me much of Daressalaam where I grew up.

[Mirror]

Alright. In Nigeria, I hire caps and it is expensive. I use normal town taxi and It picks three persons behind and one in front. The annoying part is it must drop everyone according to who came in first. For punctuality sake, since am dealing with audit industry, i use caps or hitch a ride with office colleagues that use my route.

[KeeD]

Haha these are some weird scenarios you've come up with. Hilarious but weird :P i loved it.

[Mirror]

Oh boy!!! :) Pay us a visit in Town and hop on one of our taxi. You will laugh your sides out.