Every human being is busy here
In this walking pathway always he looks
Every human being is pretending to be
He is busy always, the compulsion of life
The old man remembers the past of his life
Where he was calm always but not failed
In the real game of life he was successful
His facial expression of happiness visible
He looks the people walking through streets
The walks were speedy always, in all days
Why they can't be taught the lesson
Life is to be enjoyed slowly and to make slow
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Footpath journey has become now a days like flowing in the stream of humanity, especially in cities, due to exponential growth of population and footpath users. Off course, the motley vendors who have encroached footpaths act as obstacles and slow down it's speed. Nice and thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.