Maze

A Poem by Jamestry

we all experience same loop

It's being slow, in front is someone slow.
So slow that behind I am hustled to walk...
It's a sea of persons moving towards similar directions...
With different ideas of how to get there.

It's a moment of brushing, hitting and even groping
Whether deliberately or accidentally, bodies clash...
Hits and misses, gender divides are subdued in these moments
Pushes and pulls recurring but everyone understands.

Where do I go from this amongst thoughts in minds...
Little ones tossed fro and to, mothers scramble for space and care...
Debaucherous ones with hands and waists swinging
Sanctimonious ones have conversations on dodge games

Whether in holy grounds, Secular centres...
Whether for health and wealth, for food and cloth...
Whether for success, jobs and purpose races
Whether in sickness, fear and war...
Whether to vote, defend rights and campaigns

There is always a crowd!