By Saranayan BV
NO OTP REQUIRED The streets are full of Zomato guys, Amazon, Swiggy courier boys, These angels of delivery form the axis of weekend bonanza. Today the pavements lean on kerb railings Laden with young men and women Punching into their mobiles, The women's skirts this evening shorter than what they normally wear. The roads are difficult to cross at Neeladri Road, Even God needs to be careful with the revellers. How does it matter my pockets are empty and throat dry? Someone's trying his voice in the rooftop bar, Using an old mike with cutting-edge karaoke, Why, I have music to keep me on buddy! Life is only all it can give, no OTP required. The range between Glenlivet and palm-toddy isn’t all that big -- I have no hassles with God or OTP.
Saranyan BV is poet and short-story writer, now based out of Bangalore. He came into the realm of literature by mistake, but he loves being there. His works have been published in many Indian and Asian journals. He loves the works of Raymond Carver.
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