The banter at places
The criss cross happening around
Nothing seems to stop
Men and women, where wilfully flock!
.
There’s music in every move
On the road
The road that travels us places
And inhabits in it
Dozens of lives
Few happy and few with crevices
And few just plain, no one notices!
.
The horns from behind and sides
By the hurried ones, for reasons, delight and plight
And casual pedestrians, on left and right
No race seen, in their stride!
.
Hundred emotions
A million stories
The road carries
To miles unknown
Burdened is it, by any of them?
Nay! Buries them all in itself
There and then!
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