Seat Spare

By Deepak Manchanda

That seat in front This one on the other side

Those others all around

Filling up fast But the one next to me Is spare

The mommy with three kids

Young couple holding hands

An old man with a stick All give me a look

But the pretty lady with the book

Just passes coldly by Hey! The seat next to me is spare.

About the missing owner

Of the seat next to me that is bare Many thoughts begin to flare Careless? Boss? Accident? Death? Thinking these thoughts with care About the missing owner is more than I can bear

With this wretched seat next to me, spare I wonder what all I may have to hear For the unfulfilled responsibilities of my chair

You see, everyone around is beginning to stare

How will I ever make it from here to there ?

With people all around me Over-flowing in rows of chairs But the seat next to me

Spare!

By Deepak Manchanda