Mean Attitude

Mean Attitude

Early morning, birds were singing;
Got out with my luggage bag swinging
Marched towards my village bus stand
To have a travel of short distance.

Standing among the bus stop crowd;
I watched over their attitude.
Without stopping busses passed,
And the hope of travel ceased.

A voice came from the multitude;
The drivers against whom it grumbled,
For steering buses straight ahead,
As their patience disappeared.

Living in a Democratic Land,
With his Right of Speech at hand,
Against the busman he scolded;

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poem by Dr. Johnson Samuel
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