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