In the hustle-bustle of a city life,
I saw a little baby dying,
the old men crying,
and the youngsters enjoying.

In those long lanes,
I saw a different world around.
The silence crawling by,
and winking at the pain.

That one window pane,
which used to see the rains,
enjoy the tea,
and endless talks
is now no more found.

That one door,
where everyone knocked,,
from a long time
has not heard any sound.
People,
whose talks mesmerized everything
has been lost in their own world.

Clutter is the only word,
which matches every feeling.

The beauty of life is,
it makes you smile in times of pain,
and shed tears in ecstasy.

My heart drops,
Clingy still,
It's a beautiful day,
The wind touches me slightly,
vanishes in the dark.
I can still feel the charm,
soft, gentle and calm.

The trees swing swiftly,
I watch,
I smile,

The solitude made me a better observer.