Thoughtless crowds surge,
Bodies with bodies merge,
There is jostling mad,
Portends a situation grim and bad,
Precious lives at stake,
When will we wake?
Tragedies waiting to happen every day,
Can we out of this sorry mess find our way?
A small trigger, the berserk crowds go to meet a terrible end,
When will we our way back to sanity wend?
Why do we in droves go to court trouble,
When we know life is just a bubble,
Why all the frenzy and the insane dare,
Why to utmost danger your lives lay bare?
I thank my claustrophobia and my sense,
Thank God my mind is not so dense
That I should join hands with the throngs hurtling to their doom,
Thank God in my life there is for wisdom some room!
Arun Bhagat
Self-composed poem
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