At times stop sketching
just see
world around moving at will
some fast some slow some still
eyes gestures dresses conversation
few are in a state of hibernation
some can run but move with the wind
some want to run but can just crawl
held in arms, some are amazed
some worry of load overhead
At times stop sketching
just hear
honking bikes autos cars
you notice their rude presence
amidst the chaos around
even a whisper becomes loud
I try to find me in there
a world so near, appears unclear
as people around try to make way
I discover myself lost away.
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