Down in the street
there’s a pattering of feet
as people hurry by
with a smile or a sigh
intercepting them off-hook
then observing their look
of curious surprise –
is a treat for the eyes
who wouldn’t like
the boy on the bike?
Chubby and small
Trying not to fall
Or the cute little girl
As pure as a pearl
Who thinks her candy
Is indeed very dandy
Then what about the boy
Exuding great joy
Heedless of the heat
Blistering his feet
The exuberant girls
Their hair all in curls
Try not to care
At the way the boys stare
While the boys lithe and spry
At nonchalance do try
With their incessant chatter
That is only meant to flatter
The old hobble along
The road seems quite long
Their back’s bent with worry
And they are in a hurry
While all the office-goers
Talk of cricket overs
Or of family troubles
If any of them are doubles
Sorrow, calm and joy
Faces bold and coy
Looks serene and calm,
Acting like a balm
People whom to greet
You will find a treat
All these you will meet
When looking across the street
So always be alert
While walking on Mother Earth
And enjoy all the sights
The bustle and the lights.