#135 The Bustling Town...

After a long time

the town I lived in

was again bustling with

sounds of rush and speed..

The shops could be seen

with heaps of window shoppers

strolling and stopping

at every glimmering piece

that new they saw..

The food stalls were back

to their favourite spots

offering same old unavoidable taste

with new vigour and toss..

Parking spots were getting full

by noon

and queues could be seen

outside metro like bundled spoons..

The traffic lights were again

starting to feel useful

and pathways were no longer

a playground

only for stray dogs..

This was my view from the

empty foot over bridge

that still remained a secluded place

with almost a hundred steps

and a faulty elevator

no usual move here could be traced..