Mr. Fifty Seven

Mr. Fifty Seven waiting by the side
Watching with a keen eye
At speakers as they speak
On topics of varying importance
His ears picking every word
And sending them to his brain
Which signals his head to nod in agreement

The tones of passion surrounding him
Elicit no reaction
His existence being forgotten by all till the fifty eighth minute
When out of nowhere, much to the shock of all
His hand goes up in air
Seeing which, the persons preparing to leave
Have their backsides frozen in midair
But oblivious of the state of the world that surrounds him
He continues to hold his hand up
Seeking permission to speak

On receiving an impatient "go ahead" from the chair
Mr. Fifty Seven starts rambling
About thoughts that possess him
Words turn into sentence and sentences to paragraphs
Continuing in this manner till a point
Where the people started believing that this will never end
But once again he surprises everyone
By saying, "that's all I have"
The end of the meeting was already delayed
By more than ten minutes
But before the impatient ones could budge
A voice responded to Mr. Fifty Seven's thoughts
Thus proceeded the meeting of the day
No different from the earlier ones.

The only wish that many posses
Is to see someone educating Mr. Fifty Seven 
On the existence of fifty seven minutes
Before the fifty eighth minute.