Queue

Queue, in my nation, is a customary circumstance, Women, each day, stand in queues for municipal water; Young and old, before government ration stores, stand in trance, Youths, with diplomas, stand in queues for the imprimatur...! Banks have long queues and the A.T.M counters have no less, One could find, in front of Public Washrooms, the longest queues; Sure, one could read on the faces of those in queues, big stress, Yet, in a system where there is no system, can one choose...? As queue has become part of our life we seldom anguish, We have accepted and resigned to this fate, merrily; We make friends with the one near us and, hence, never languish, We take, hence, our physical and psychic aches airily...! Though an imminent evil, queue teaches me endurance, This, in turn, molds me and brings to life a vast difference...!!!