A long wait
It is a long wait
at the metropolitan
crowded bus stand,
you wait, but the long line
of eroded thoughts
still crop up to regain
to pest you internally,
your umbrella tilts,
the flared up dust and wind
move past to settle on the
poster on the wall,
you shudder at
the sight of the
tilting bus almost
touching the ground,
the commuters are like
push and pull buttons.
it is a long wait
for so many
for the ration card,
more for the ration rice
to be pilfered and sold
for the double rate,
to treble their income,
it is a long wait
for the honest and choked,
amidst bohemian ,blatant,
seems to be eternal wait
so many in the queue,
it is a long wait,
it is a long, long wait.
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