The lazy sun who came out but Did not send its heat wave yet, The obscure moon that hid behind A veil of clouds that weren't aligned, The little girl who seemed focused As though she was the one driving, Her dad's driving at twenty plus Led a cyclist passing them, waving. The street vendor who lit camphor, Prayed and opened her shop then, Saw a policeman who fined her For having the cart in that junction. Few plus sized men who walked as if They'd burn their fat in just few days. One woman felt it was just enough And went back at a sedate pace. The common walls which weren't many Had been dressed with many posters. Political news to tenth death anniversary, Many would move on from them, faster. The roads were soon filled up with many Cars, two wheelers and buses good. Missing his own goal that day like any The walker returned, as fast as he could.