Mean Attitude Early morning, birds were singing; ...

Early morning, birds were singing;
Got out with my luggage bag swinging
Marched towards my village bus stand
To have a travel of short distance.

Standing among the bus stop crowd;
I watched over their attitude.
Without stopping busses passed,
And the hope of travel ceased.

A voice came from the multitude;
The drivers against whom it grumbled,
For steering buses straight ahead,
As their patience disappeared.

Living in a Democratic Land,
With his Right of Speech at hand,
Against the busman he scolded;
To my wonder many men followed.

As the people long for sun
When there is a constant rain,
Every soul there prayed to God;
Then stopped a bus with thin load.

The congregation rushed forward
To travel on the bus onward.
Some were seated, some stood to smile;
I too entered to travel the mile.

Peaceful travel for a while,
The journey was not broken still;
Happy chats and standing sleeps,
Till it braked for some more men to creep.

A voice came from the standing crowd,
The driver against whom it grumbled;
For stopping bus to have more load.
To my wonder many followed.

My thought ran to analyse,
The one who longs for Paradise;
But blaming others for everything
While he can’t do anything.

Ignorant of the troubles of his neighbour
That the urgency of his labour
Made him grumble on his wait,

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