The crush is in a hurry!

A little boy kicks a plastic balloon!
The breeze blows away his fedora!
His shoes, ostentatious, gather dust!

On the bridge
A youth whispers to his beloved!
Below the train chugs, chugs, chugs!

Mr.Old, the waiting man,
Leans against the tree,
And looks into invisibility
For his expected train!

Chaewala shouts:
Chae, chae, chae!

And I, oblivious of my journey,
Walk to be in pink of health!