Barber's Shop

Wait for turn
But deep within
A desire
To be out of turn

Observe
When converse
Very fine points emerge
Earthy dialogue
Earthy, viable solutions
Far from
Quotes of high flying commissions
Which gather dust
And when brushed
Set ablaze
The entire nation.

In the background
Soothing music
Child playing truant with the mirror

Such a populace
Such brains
Why has then the nation
Been in the hands of those
Who have created
Such a chaotic situation.

poem by Sanjay Mehta
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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