The Bazzar Here!

The wind was stubborn and the sun was shining at its might,

Still it could not overshadow the clothes sparkling so bright

The lanes were small and crammed with vehicles more wide

The roads were encroached and decorated with the pride

There were no instructions and signals to guide the mob

Even if they looked around for help all they find are snobs

The faces were eager, the eyes were restless to find

A shop filled with necessity and the voice so kind

Women were bargaining men were looking around

Just to ensure no one is hearing all these sounds

The sellers were shouting and calling in all weird voices

But they were deaf to the crowd shrieking their choices

To allure their buyers they displayed the best on the dusty roads

But the customers were smart to understand these street codes

The bazaar was drenched in smell of fruits and fish

Kids were throwing tantrum on road for the car they wish

The beggars were whining in pain that was long-lost

They earn to fulfil their worldly need at a heavy cost

I was standing at the corner looking at an old soul

His face was cracked, eyed dead and darkened like a kohl

He was not begging, he was not selling or buying his needs

He was just sitting blankly while sniffing through a weed

He saw me looking at him, and gave me a toothless grin

I was not sure what to do next so smiled back like djinn.

It made his face warm like the sun shining in the sky

and with this warmth I left the market telling him good-bye.