At Heathrow

My handloom cotton saree
starched and pressed
swings in the breeze.
I walk  to enter the queue
of business class passengers
at Heathrow.

An officer directs me to another line.
I fling my ticket. He declines.
Annoyed, I join issue.
The officer looks at me
with disdain.

His eyes give out his thoughts. Seem to say,
” Go, get lost, you and your cotton saree,
You appear naive and your dress portray
your status.”

I follow the line. Reconcile to the command.
Board the aircraft.
Occupy the seat in the business class.






By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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