STANDING IN THE QUEUE
K. V. V. Subrahmanyam
It’s sickening to be standing in the queue,
Whether it is in a Bank to collect our due,
Or commoners’ transport bus or rail, old or new,
Or the high brow’s plane or the pious pew.
In a chaos ridden society falling in line,
Is a message that must be universal and fine,
Yet one and all would invariably pine,
For warning queue breakers ‘the turn is mine’.
Disciplined souls and law abiders are on the wane,
Those who enjoy pomp and pelf will they be sane,
To defer to the law or think it is a bane,
To observe the rule be it in street or lane.
Yet it strange for the mind to meander,
Whether the path to heaven or hell to wander,
What is sauce for goose as well as for the gander.
Will the divine even handed justice render?
In vacant hours our mind doth ponder and pause,
For the ceaseless battle for the right cause,
For aims that are noble as well as dross
The ultima ratio is left to the Sublime Boss.