Thursday, 25 June 2015

Break of dawn...

As the day dawns,
Streets bustle
Horns honk;
And folks rush
At a frenetic pace
Climbing the slippery ladder
Of livelihood
On the overcrowded escalator
Hanging identities on the necks
Each pressing different numbers on the wall;
Pampering the apple on their palms
And as the lady voice announces their number
They give a thud
And move ahead.

2 comments:

  1. "Hanging identities on the necks" says it all...
    Very well written :)

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  2. Thank you so much Locomente...Each time you leave a comment; I feel really happy that you spared your time to go through these...

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