Hand-Cuffed stride - Everywhere...
I scan them all marching with their hands fairly near their chest;
Women, women throughout. They hide their assets when they wander hand-cuffed,
I don't know why, I see men as well, hand-cuffed,
World gone shrunk, they don't see anything in front;
They walk and walk with blind dogma; they believe the other walking in the magnetically attracting direction. Trust sways after all.
Hand-cuffed treads. Oh My God! bellows the one who hit the other,
The unexpected handcuffed physique's hit and walked unostentatiously. Why?
He terrified and looked all around; he did see few hand-cuffed, he deemed that he is alien and raising a voice might not fruit;
The hand-cuffed walked and kept walking without a head rise. I thought his neck might pain;
I thought his hands would strain, I thought he would smile at me, and he did;
I felt a fountain smile, but he didn't meet my eyes at all. He smirked looking down;
He must be embarrassed by being in the state he is, I believed.
Why me? Why am I alone?
I wanted him to look at me, I couldn't see his face, I don't know if he has sharp features;
"Hey, hello look at me," I wanted to shout;
I was shy rather and kept still. "Look at me once, meet my eyes, please."
I beseeched within, and it was apparent as I wrinkled;
I turned infuriated;
I elected not to look at him anymore.
I turned my back and squared to halt my arms on my paunch; I sought to correct my hair and turned a few degrees, yet again I saw him handcuffed touring step by step without a change;
I fancied to go near; I ached to tap his shoulders. What if he asks "What?" in violence;
I don't have an answer. I will better be me, I conceived.
Some courage swelled, and I drove next; I crooned a song that might be his favorite;
He paused and chinned-up just for a fraction of a second and resumed in his previous position.
"Wow!" I thought, an achievement, I felt.
I was gazing at him; that everything else operated blur. I saw him and only him.
Thudddddd, He hit another guy, and the mobile between his cuffed hands fell all the way down and settled in a corner.
"Damn you!" he yelled and quickly picked his phone. He wiped off, front and back, and murmured,
"Your mistake, what will I do if you keep fidgeting your mobile," told the other guy who was not as handsome as he was.
He sighed and checked his mobile; it lit, and I guess he tried sending a text. His face relaxed and smiled.
He walked again; handcuffed against his chest, his neck bent enough to support and his legs moved few inches with every step.