Meeting

I stifle my urge to wander off

From this deafening silence of civility

This ritual of agreeing on popular nuances

Straight-faced, stiff-collared, slick-haired

They will nod in unison, re-iterate the jargons,

Hushed hustles brewing under blushing cheeks

A battalion of angry words will be summoned,

To wield a sting,

And thus a meeting begins.

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