Happy Times

I see a lengthy queue,
squeeze and thrust forward,
curious to find out the reason.

Those ahead look daggers at me,
I make my way
braving humiliations.

At my destination I discover
nothing exciting.
What could it be?

Thinking aloud I swing right,
my eyes rest on water melons
and tender coconuts.

Notice a lively sale. The queuers
assuage their thirst. Walk feeling

The vendor’s revenue
increases manifold.
Happy times for him