At the market place the old cobbled street <br />Turned into a main street, <br />New vendors, Singers, Beggars <br />Call girls(with high-heels) <br />Magicians, handsome politicians(with sport shirts) and etc., <br />I watched a retired electrician replaces a new bulb <br />On an old lamp post, <br />And I sniffed the rings of smoke from chubby Mayor's aromatic cigar <br />That goes to the new blue sky full of birds or war planes?<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moderate-two-thousand-and-ten/
