A mighty crowd of people standing by the side of road,
Waiting for their respective vehicles,
A sort of Nepali fashion.
It was almost 6 o’clock in my phone,
I was in a kind of haste,
Everyone around me was screaming,
‘khoi ta micro, oh! It’s getting late.’
A micro came swiftly like wind and stopped,
Seats already packed only leaving some gap to stand,
A myriad of people ran towards it,
And I was wondering how would it withstand?
Now as few people were gone, I looked around,
But the quantity of the crowd was still the same,
Every micro would appear having no vacant seats,
Like they were playing some kind of deceiving game.
I waited almost around 20 minutes,
Now I had to get in a micro however I can,
My heart suggested,
‘Want a seat? No chance, you have to stand.’
Then, a micro appeared,
The guy hanging by the door was shouting ‘jawalakhel, lagankhel’,
The frustrated crowd started rushing towards it,
being afraid that the mission to get on board will fail.
What would I do?
There were no choices for me besides chasing those feet,
I somehow got myself inside the micro,
I looked from front to back, not a single vacant seat.
Everyone inside were breathing in relief,
Like they had won a war,
Passengers saying ‘let’s go, hurry up’,
Driver replied ‘don’t worry, lagankhel isn’t too far’.
The micro geared up,
Leaving no space even to circulate the air,
The numbers of people were over its capacity,
I wonder it might be complaining ‘It’s not fair’.
The conductor shouted,
A seat in front of me became vacant; as i was ready to rest my bum,
A woman entered, And I had to say, ‘aunty, please be seated’.
My hands and legs were aching,
As I had to stood all the way,
I was just waiting for my station to get off,
Thinking, ‘not happening for me today’,
Finally the conductor summoned,
‘Anyone to get off? Its jawalakhel’,
I innocently said, ‘cha hai Dai’,
While my agitating mind hollered, ‘get me out of this fucking hell’.