Lining up the crowd moved in snail’s space.
The line grew in length and chase.
As the time passed on there was a trace
with people getting restless in their gaze
and their anger was visible in the face.
To dismay there was no move forward
as there was no clearance in the boulevard
so the situation turned awkward
leading to an unexpected tussle inward.
The morn turned to dusk as the need.
The stagnancy lingered without any lead.
Pulling the shutters paying no heed
the authorities walked out in speed
The gathering had to disperse in
deed!
Meenas Poems 