Crowded Street1 min 18 1 min 18
I wandered in solitude to a once crowded street
Where people from all walks of life used to meet and greet.
Now I spot nothing but emptiness here
Due to the situation of stress and fear.
Back to nineteen and years ago,
When the street used to throng with green, orange and indigo
And when vendors traded articles of radiance
As azure as the heavens above; the street with convivial ambiance.
The aroma of sweets made/ dripping out of in ghee had a grace
And the fritters and chaat brought a smile on one’s face
The spicy, tangy, sour, taste lingers even today
Playfully reminding me of those days.
Giggles and laughter, sobbing and yells
The street heard voices of children and bells
The everyday commotion was its glory,
Deprived of which there doesn’t seem any harmony.
Fragrance of perfume and flowers strung way down
Airy and exquisite just like the petals of a crown
The odour of people carried nothing but warmth,
Cherishing their share of savory and salt.
As I started winding up the street,
Stumbled upon a realization sweet,
The crowd is meant to beautify and spark
The street which has become archaic.