Stampede.
Hue and Cry.
The Media vie each other.
Minute after minute
New pics, new angle,
New relatives and new cries
Days pass by
The media announces awards
This cameraman gets it
Applause all over.
The relatives who mourned
Sit before the Idiot box
Now for applause
The mediamen gets award
At my Office
Stampede
No hue and cry
Only handshakes and parties
Come Promotions ,Transfers, Elections
Or be it Selection or elimination
Crowds everywhere
Unaware of me
I lie down trampled under Stampede
After the Stampede
I stand up bruised
For Applause
For the crowds that trampled me.
Somewhere I hear
Applause
From the Skies
The Rules are different there.
