(73) What is that ! it"?

(73) What is that IT?

The scorching heat does not affect them,
they dare not hide their faces,
do you wonder who are they?
wait, let your conjecture be wandering,
when I walk through the busy streets,
the colourful pots seemingly decorate the corners
like the majestic corner-stands in the walls of the houses,
can I construe that they block the streets?
The amorphous crowd waits,
wailing if it would be an eternal waiting,
some peep in between the pyal and pipeline,
the infuriated housemaid deftly adjusting her thick hair,
pronounces a precautious cry,
has IT come? Hurry up?
“ no ! it isn’t it,” the school boy’s curt lips burst out,
What is that “IT”?
It baffles me, could it be similar to that of Hamlet’s IT,
at last it comes with a bang at half past four,
the water tankers, the boon of many waiters
who throng it like the ants of jiggery.