It is the final call
for boarding.
Announcements resound
throughout the airport lobbies.
Confusion prevails.
up and down they pass.
“What for they run?
Can’t they be cool?”
While thinking of others,
I miss the exit G 21.
Go through G 25.
It leads to the departure lounge.
I throw my backpack and relax.
Announcements once more.
The flight to Macau is on time.
The counter opens.
“Macau! Oh My God,”
My destination is Madurai.
I dash pulling my pack.
The wheels croak and squeal.
My slippers give away.
I shove them. Desperate.
It is time for boarding,
I have to cover a considerable distance.
It is mayhem. I run, rush,
reach the gate, somehow.
Meena, Meena
blare the airport authorities.
They catch me at the entrance.
Wrap me like a parcel.
Push me through the crowd,
drag through the aerofloat.
Place me on the seat.
Off I fly.
Meenas Poems 