Down beside the busy bridge,
I see hundreds of people’s knees,
Those are fast and active like in games,
Don’t recognize even calling their names.
Dusk of winter day and cold air,
A Mom rushes thinking her child to care,
Young lads in tight jackets tramp the trails,
Groomed ladies walk like the boat sails.
Shopkeepers light their shop like in Laxmi Day,
Customers hurriedly choose and decide to pay,
Cycle groceries cry out aloud the rates,
Animal lovers think to be with the pets.
People in hotels order for hot tea,
‘Sahunis’ move here to there like a bee.
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