The Scene outside my window

Reminds me of the good old times when the street actually used to look like as I have written below, when I used to sit in my room, wondering about a thousand questions, lost to the world, when things were beyond comprehension but promiseful.. ah the good old times!
P.S. The photo in the post is courtesy http://travel-cities.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/pk15.jpg

A big pillar,
with a lot of wires.

A huge gate,
street beggars' fate.

A long street,
not looking sweet.

A lot of hustle and bustle,
eveytime, a crowd of vehicles.


A noice of trin trin of bicycles,
horns - of cars, scooters and bikes as well.

Thrill and excitement of the children playing on the road,
pushing each other, shouting, looking each one odd.

Hawkers, selling fruits, vegetables and various other items,
ladies bragaining for the price, each one as if in a rhythm.

On the corner of the street, are lanes of shops.
Buy whatever you want, a notebook to write in, a knife to chop.

Just in the front, tinkling of bangles can be heard.
On the top of walls, or on TV antennas, nests are made by birds.

The more I watch, the more I can see,
Still it is not visible - Who are you? Who is me?

Rachna
10th April 2003