The street I crossed through
seemed to bustle all true
shops of all kinds on either side
engaged in business of every kind
a hair dresser in a corner
a druggist next to him
could see a physician dispensing
the wholesaler very busy is in between
the grocer squeezed in an end
beside him is
the mechanic
actively engrossed in his work
opposite to him is a house
with children playing
by the house there is a canal
through which all the sewage runs
dusty and polluted the street looks
yet life moves about in speed
Well! a street in itself is a world
Meenas Poems 