Boarding A Bus
on boarding a bus
we scramble for a seat
luckiest and strongest ones
are the first to wrest
rest of the defeated crowd
pooh-poohs
and continues as standees
……reverting back to their
never ending worries
with which they do
this to and fro shuttles
sometimes, we get
ourselves seated first - but
with an air of arrogance
we move our faces outside
only to avoid hearing any requests
from old, blind or invalid standee
It is a kind of pretension denial
for a journey that would last for
Just twenty odd minutes.
poem by Santhana Louis
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