'Withered stumps' of stampede.

What sort of crowds are these? 

Why do they cry "Hurry up before we die."

Crowds who hail the Gods or seek jobs

Carry their survival peaks on their feet.

The need or the greed to grab is a beastly fair.

Years ago,people died under many feet,

At a ration shop's rainfed,freebie heat.

Larger crowds at God's or Godman's orgies, 

Are feet-fed,by seeking their dingy deathbed.

Crushing is the easiest way to clear the crowd.

Wishing well is a vain bid to feel truly proud.

Airports or hotels serve as fatally apt,ad spots

To fix stampede landmines,for the jobless lots.

How many lungs cease to breathe,who knows?

But hefty feet leave those weak,to their woes.

P.Chandrasekaran