The glow of a late Autumn Sunset, <br />Gleamed over the dense city streets. <br />Rushing wheels and honking horns, <br />Halted awhile for the traffic signs. <br /> <br />Through the rows of rushing motors, <br />Men on bikes ploughed their way. <br />They squished and squeezed through every gap, <br />Caring a naught for the traffic rules. <br /> <br />With jarring siren, the Ambulance jeep, <br />Speeded past for Emergency aid. <br />The patient inside, in writhing pain, <br />Lay stressed on every hurdle raced. <br /> <br />Ladies holding children in hands, <br />And people bent with growing age, <br />Remained planted at the zebra cross, <br />Waiting to move to the opposite side. <br /> <br />As the tired people back from work, <br />Hurried away to reach their homes, <br />The jovial band in easeful mood, <br />Treaded towards the city parks. <br /> <br />Fortune tellers with their Tarot cards, <br />Held their clients in great suspense, <br />The street hawkers on tiled pavements, <br />Squatted beside their cheap merchandise. <br /> <br />Scores of men who treaded on foot, <br />Grew to Hundreds in a short awhile, <br />These were folks right from the show, <br />The Block buster had drawn hoards of men. <br /> <br />When young Dandies in tawdry dress, <br />Dallied round with their ladies love, <br />Street urchins in tattered clothes, <br />Went searching in the garbage pile. <br /> <br />While decrepit old beggars lay drowsy, <br />On the cement benches in wayside shelters, <br />The affluent Sahibs in plush restaurants, <br />Feasted on their cocktail dinners. <br /> <br />The city thus with its motley crowd, <br />Paints life in contrast shades, <br />For Fortune, with her alluring charms, <br />Favours a few and leaves the rest.<br /><br />Valsa George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/face-of-the-city/
