the Morning In The City Poem by Rahul Majumder

As the dawn enlightens the city of joy
and the veil of the night fades out,
life comes alive in the streets and lanes;
then street lamps are put out slowly,
some bihari men are seen peeling off the skins of sugarcanes
as their lives circle around the selling of juices, in the locality;
a paper vendor, cycling his way to the nearby market,
is carrying global news in the bag;
and the old-man in his carriage-van
is driving slowly, with cakes and loaves and biscuits,
freshly baked the last night;
buses and motor cars are slowly zooming in the streets
with daily passengers to make their livelihood, across the city;
now busy, little kids are appearing along the pavements
with their huge bag in the back, holding the arm of parents
on their usual walk to the nurseries and schools;
lately the sun shines more and more,
and the city appears more dingy, as it delves into workaholic people;
highrises and scy-scrapers provide more refuge than shelter,
and now a days, the morning seems busier than us as it starts quickly
although the city couldn't sleep through the night.