All sorts of persons walk along this road to the Tiranga Chowk

Some have bags full of old, grim books smelling of caramel and honey

Some don't like the thought of buying books and wasting their money

Some walk on one leg while others on two and yet others on all four

Some will have two eyes, others one and yet others none but will see much better

Some keep their loved ones with them and hold their hand to exhibit their attraction

While others think it wrong and are wary of public display of affection

Some go a long way on foot because they earn too little to spill

Some are forced to go a little on foot for they had too heavy a meal

Some walk bothered by instincts of the traffic light and the honking vehicles

Some see no reason to be bound by the traffic rules and their related shackles

While some eyes search but fail to find the good old lush trees

Others twist their necks and turn their heads in awe to measure the high-rises

Some see the ugly roads and find beauty in them comparable to Rome

Some will see the ugliness and not sleep at night because they have been to Rome

Some look objectively once to their Left and thrice to their Right

Others close their eyes and smile, and then they never leave the Right

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