The beaming sunlight touches upon a face Staring at the life passing by without hope or whim The mundane life seems set for him His wares lie neglected and dejected
The religious fervour around the temples The murmurs of the hurried man reach his ears and meant nothing The waft of aromatic food meant nothing to him Yet they were once part of his memory
When the beads of perspiration meant The sale of the day and how the journey ended in happiness But the colours in his basket remain only the rainbow in his memories Rueful and ephemeral, he basks in melancholic certainty
The streets are paved with strange humans Using phone like toys attached to their eyes Like a child who wanted the most delicious candy And couldn’t let it go out of sight
The hustle and bustle tire him out Maybe the world needed his removal But his dream still takes him into the Bylanes where hope and a smile shone And delved into nothingness