wondered aimlessly down the street
someone yawned long and loud
on the other side of the crossing.
a man in white shirt with plush waist coat
lithe and thin body
a wide black trouser tucked in high shoes
entered through the glass door
of a departmental store
shook of the dust
stamped his boots with a muffled sound
and came out in a tearing hurry.
a faint sound of voices
a squeaking of a door pulley
a low wayside café.
a winsome lady waited there for a while
her pale face her curly and dark hair
her narrow shoulder her pointed nose
all carrying perhaps a heavy heart
and followed the man in due course.
flying dust was piling up in a corner
of many different size and shapes of human face
floating in the noisy crowd
a flock of black birds flew over head
the air smelled of spring
and a warm caressing breeze blowing.
mellifluous voices of tiny tots
engulfed the pavements
traffic jam with blaring of horns
a splintered red light
flared at the horizon
some people live in their own sweet dreams
the world is well created as they say
others go unfed unshed unslept and in rags
the life comes to a full circle in the vibrant city.