Ranting in Rhymes

There once was a little boy called GoJavas,

A skilled courier boy, or so he claimed he was.

Simple tasks he thought he had to do all day

Take things from one point in B to point A.

Now easy as this task may sound to all

It really wasn’t just a game of ball.

Coz things became tough as business grew

With such bad service, how, only they knew.

Meet this little guy, I’ll call him Lenskart,

About him now, let’s see where do I start

Really nice guy, wanted the world to see nice,

Ironically clueless, like the three blind mice.

Now you know the big hunters’ names

Hunters I call them since apparently it’s a game.

Well I asked Lenskart to send me a package,

But the whole deal has now turned into a wreckage.

On asking, one says it has spoken to the other,

The other then says “It’s coming. Don’t bother”

Every day they set out with an SMS sent

To wait for them, until they come it is meant.

Wait I did on a Saturday,

Monday again, I thought it would be a better day

But both those days were just a wasted wait

Apparently I had fallen for their devious bait.

On calling, they told me I was “out of station”,

On vacation? A news I received with much elation,

But on second thought I realized “Wait, that can’t be true”

Not on holiday, just sitting without a clue

It’s day 4 now, and another message is here,

Another wasted day waiting it’ll be, I fear.

The 2 are still promising to deliver my eyewear

Lenskart, GoJavas - horrible customer care!