Offline Crowds

The line of ants is an antique animation ;
Crowd formation is singularly human.
Even if lines are formed,no matter what,
Intrusion is often a percolating pastime.
Rules are viewed as rude regimentation,
Roaming into the realms of personal pride.
To be on a line is to be behind someone,
Notwithstanding the queue fact, that even
The follower leads the ones, back of him.
But the grudge of a serpentine or bee line,
And the irking suspense time, to goal posts,
Would make the melee of a crowd far better.
The crowd is a this way or that way thriller;
An online wait is a drudging,point puller.
In a crowd you hit and run or run and hit,
Unlike on line, where order pins a border
Framed as margin,with people like words,
Passing on a design,deprived of freedom.
The palpitation of the heart is a byproduct
Of a sinister Online, stuffed with discipline.
The pipe dreams of the crowd may lack hope;
But the sluggish online moves are on a rope. 
The raffle of the ruckus bound,offline crowds,
Offers the delight of the dark dashing clouds.
                                         P. Chandrasekaran.