A College Canteen Poem by Sameer Agnihotri

I went to canteen, a place to burn hunger.
Orange, red, green, yellow so are the chairs so an isolated member sit together, speechless, emotionless- burden, complain neglected.
Broken rib, broken leg; value neglected.
In front there are counters three- cold, hot; dry, wet; thirst and hunger.
People scattered everywhere, some in four, some in two.
An order on the wall- “waste no time” and “study material is not allowed”- a hard pun.
Fans circle make no noise and sent no wind.
Waiters are the busiest flock.
These snapshot I do see in canteen, strangers meet strangers; strangers form company become buddies, some for instant some for life.