A guilt

A song with lost lyrics,

A rhythm with no music,...

A piece of art,

A crowdy Mart,

Some showcase their folk,

Many things are just mock,

I am Quiet,

I am a little surprised,

A song with lost lyrics,

A rhythm with no music,...

Lost poetry in injured hands,

A song is there in these half knitting clothes,

Experience is there in this  blurry vision,

They are working with their broken needles,

This art takes time to complete,

This street is a provision of many stories,

A song with lost lyrics,

A rhythm with no music,...

A man who lost something precious,

A coin that can earn two square meals for his loved ones,

He is Holding the guilt and  just walking,

I am scared to see the guilt,

We all are there in the same Mart,

But our stories are too much apart,

A song with lost lyrics,

A rhythm with no music,...

There is hope I  found,

There is a need I found,

There is a life I found,

 Priceless smiles I found,

Every stage, every age speaks the spark,

Every single moment is precious as a gold spark,

I found myself in the Mart,...