Busy streets

Busy streets


I trudge along the busy streets,
let go the busy people busy,
hawkers, vendors, peddlers,
haberdashers jostle in the
motley crowd, making the
road busy, streets more busy,
I trudge along the busy streets,
draw food for my thought,
benumbed by the sight of the
slighted beggars, pavement
dwellers, labourers on the
scaffold, green vendors who
go dry, dry as their leaves,
ambitious men berserk,
driving fast, faster than the
rules permit, make me
Stupefied, where they go,
I trudge along the busy streets.