Oh Shit...

it was a wonderful talk
oblivious was i during my walk
down comes on my shoulder a hand
belong you to which land?
three goons in a bike... i look
"Oh shit" and sprint i did before i shook
she decides to phone
i leave it alone
run and jump over the spiked divider
like a very skilled rider
once more i hear the ring
"being chased" i sing
with bated breath waited they
in lay on my way
walked on the empty track
expecting them to come back
an auto... to home i ask
he refuses the task
a hotel and a guard
i stop... my heart beating hard
looking for me, up and down the goons went
on my side of the road, a lot of energy spent
to the guard, my story tell
to take me home, call my brothers cell
"i'm safe my dear, have no fear"
i tell her "theres no danger here"
my bhaiyya come
and i gaiyya home
i tremble with fright
as this i write