Morning Walk

Rakesh Sikder

For us Lazy Bengalis, I have always thought

Jogging would be too much of an activity

That our faint heart would dare take;

So ‘jog’ is deduced to ‘walk’ and

“Now you are talking!”

Says the pot-bellied man

Running futile at his sweet forties.

Says the shy mother of two who has 

Newly been diagnosed as diabetic;

Also says the gold digger who

Has exuded sweat enough to fill a well

In search of a powerful connection over this ‘walk’;

Says the tea-stall vendor too,

Because a running man would seldom

Notice his stall and stop to have a cup.

So, there’s much to our benefit

But not to the strays of streets, sadly,

Against their will, they leave their asphalt bed

To help people accommodate and tread upon

And are often seen venting this rage

On the much smaller feline creed,

This ultimately ends up on Instagram.

And means more likes and shares for us 

Who just went this morning for a simple ‘walk’.