we were standing
in the long queue...
and then they separated the men from the children !
the men ran forward
into the open galleries
leaving the little ones waiting.
but there was a man who did not go.
he waited with the innocent lot...
and went in last when they were all inside.
the crowd were still struggling to grab seats,
some of them panting at their newly occupied chairs
the man i speak of walked in,
and stood right in front
and sat down eventually.
and got the best view of the stage.
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Wonderful development of the main idea. A beautiful one!
thnx a lot :)
lovely words...you have crafted it beautifully!
thanx again..and welcome to my blog Flyingstars.
:) awwwwwwwwwwwwwww....
sighhhhhhhhhhh
Man this is really ironic and witty.Like the way the poems been written.The reader becomes the man when he or she reads it.
thanx indro
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