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STREETS

MANISH MAKWANA

The morning breeze that makes me freeze …
A walk on the streets makes me feel the ease …
The soothing silence and the chirp of the birds …
How beautiful the scene is, I am short of words …
All the handshake and good morning greets …
These all happen on the beautiful streets.
The slurp of hot tea at the tea stalls …
“Chai Le Lo Chai”, the tea seller calls …
Small children running with bat and balls …
On a father’s shoulder the toddler crawls …
The glimpse of these events is a mesmerizing treat ...
All this happens on the beautiful Streets.
How congested the street looks in the time of day …
Even a skinny person can’t pass through the stuffed way …
Some sell footwear, while some are selling clothes …
Some have occupied the street by selling both …
Once all this cleans up it will again look elite …
I notice all this on the beautiful streets.
The vendors hauling their vegetable cart …
Their way of convincing their customers is pure art …
Some constipated people take advantage of the busy street …
They greet their fellow pedestrians with unpleasant fart …
But all the smiling faces treat each other with open heart …
A lot of different people on the streets we get to meet …
I wonder how would I witness all this if there were no streets.
Beggars begging around for food and money …
A lover boy throws some coins to impress his honey …
While some are very wise even to shred a single penny …
Some offer them food with wherever they find …
It feels so pleasing to see people being so kind …
But some beggars are just fooling us so we need to mind …
With all their tactics they know how to cheat …
I have seen all this happen on the beautiful streets.
As the sun sets down and street lightens up super bright …
To watch the streets evening glow, is such a delight …
The calmness and silence of the street turns more beautiful
in the night …
I find my self fortunate to witness this wonderful sight.


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