Busy morning street

Randomly people start entering the road,

as the sun fills it up with load.

Charging the people ,to begin the day.

Lits up the place , with it’s criss cross rays.

Earliest who moves in, is a fruit seller,

with minimum ten blue loaded baskets,

Just beside him sits a fisherman and

next to him a butcher, with his sharp knives in the casket .

Den there are vegetable sellers who arrange themselves in a row,

Beautifully organised, some on the cart and some on the floor.

Chanting is done by a pandit in a temple beside,

a florist shop is run by a short, stout lady, side by side.

Nearby, is a sweet shop, quite well known,

blessed with a long queue outside, even when the shutter is down.

To the extreme right is an old tea stall,

Centered by hoary people, gather after a lazy stroll.

Some places are shadowed by heights, and some look bright,

From my small verandah, i get hold of this beautiful sight.

Tring- tring of bicycles, and honking of vehicles on the street,

Appear soothing to the ears , an improvised morning greet.