Hue from BazaarA Poem by SamuelCan a person get solace in a crowd? Let's find out in the streets of a Bazaar.
The crowd flowed like a river of drones,
Knowing where to go and heading into stores, I was also a drone there, with no intention to bid adeau, Women,men, girls and boys of all ages came to and fro. With a sweetmeet in one hand and sachets in other, every kid joyously roam. A closed metro station silently stared them, With a wish , it'll host a crowd next morn. Compendia of things sold and bought, yet that buzz didn't bother none. Wow! could there be anything better, just a stolen moment from the hearth of life. © 2018 SamuelReviews
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