But as the wind calmly weaves patience into my hair, there’s a ghost of a smile on my face... But as the wind calmly weaves patience into my hair, there’s a ghost of a smile ...

The poem shows the different type of people on the streets and their lifestyle. The poem shows the different type of people on the streets and their lifestyle.

To the world, it is fated, Dark obviated by whites To the world, it is fated, Dark obviated by whites

Hustle and bustle; the big city lights wrapping up the streets.. Hustle and bustle; the big city lights wrapping up the streets..

You bloom in the side lane of the street under city lights. You bloom in the side lane of the street under city lights.