Lost In The Din Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The city at its busiest mode,
when the rush zoomed past him,
what was this man doing on the road,
was he lost in daydream?
He was looking up a tall tree
oblivious of the surrounding
pacing sideways agitatedly
he seemed to be searching something!
What was it he looked for amid the foliage,
a bird he had heard in the din,
that he must find out to add to his knowledge,
or was he just awed by the green?
I moved on as I had so little time
to stand and stop with him
taking with me a moment sublime
leaving him to merrily daydream!