The cars moving at slow pace,
Bikers riding through the narrow lanes,
Crowd in the buses trying to beat the heat,
And here I was walking down the street.
Asked a biker for a lift,
Gave me an expression so grim,
Wasn’t the kind of reaction expected,
Rather it was something to be neglected.
Walked through the butcher’s shop by my side,
The hungry dog watching it with delight,
Had to be careful with the manholes,
Concrete roads weren’t to be found,only the potholes.
The street started to seem familiar,
The pungent garbage bin made him happier,
Even the stray dogs started recognising him,
Ended the tiring and weary walk with a hymn.