AT A BUS STATION

AT A BUS STATION

Prof Dr Colonel (Retired) K Prabhakar Rao

India has a long way to go and it has own ways of doing things. Over population, lack of education, casual attitude, indiscipline, lack of public sense and inefficiency in general are the hall mark of the society. It is reflected at every corner and establishment in the country. Thus inspite of great strides made in varous fields, the society can not catch the western standards of civic life and discipline. A tragedy in a comedy of life......

I once went to a bus station

After purchasing a bag of rations

There I saw a crowd of men

While a guy was carrying a country hen

I went to the enquiry window

Behind me was standing an aged widow

A doping guy was sitting in a chair

To reply the sleeping guy had no flair

Then I went to a coffee shop

Where milk was was boiled non stop

The guy in the shop was in looting spree

With no one to check him and he was free

Urchins were sleeping in the chair

I told a guy it was not very fair

The guy gave me a dirtiest look

As if he would kill me and also cook

A bus came in as if it was a race

Waiting men in queue jumped out in one pace

The driver gave me dirty smile

Some thought they lost life for a while

The driver and conductor went for tea

Passengers were running as a busy bee

The bus however displayed no name plate

However fares displayed were of high rate

I sat in the bus to reach my place

At last it moved and I had some solace

Suddenly there was a blast of loud song

I felt as if my head was hit with a steel tong

Some cranky song was played at full blast

My tempers rose high as a ship mast

A guy has hidden a chicken in a bag

And it jumped out of the bag with a bang

The hen flew around here and there

There appeared in the bus a big fan fare

Finally the hen was caught by the guy

Who was chided for bringing it in sly

The conductor came to me for fare

I had no change and he gave a fearful stare

He wrote the balance behind the ticket and gave a smile

And I was sure to forget and reconciled for a while

The bus at last reached my place

I went away in hurry leaving no trace

The balance money was lost as usual

And it was a thing of the past and casual

Indian systems are really weird

Where Swamis and Gurus grow long beard

None can set right the poor nation

Although every guy runs after western fashion

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