As I take a walk,
Along the sidewalk,
Across the busy crossings,
I look at different forms of life struggling,
Of people walking busily,
With grim faces reflecting their hearts worries loudly,
The stray dog and its bony body,
Roaming about for food from somewhere or somebody,
The beggar sitting by the side of the street,
Hands stretched out for some alms or feed,
The small boy by the crowded Coco-Cola shop,
With a paper cup in his hand stops,
For alms or for a drop of the drink,
He relentlessly tries without a blink,
I board a bus back home,
As I look through the window,I see many more faces lonesome,
In different forms and figures though,
Indeed struggle is 'the' word in life's flow.