Bazaar

Which place is this?
I see things but no buyers
Not even the seller is present
Someone should go n tell him
It’s his business time
He must be at his shop now……

O’ wait, something has happened here…..
Someone has created this situation

The movement is missing here
The people are missing here…
Joyous plays of children are missing…
Carefree chats of women are missing…
Friendly gossips of men are missing too….
The laughter is missing here…..

Good heaven ! It’s life that’s missing here…
The variance of life is missing here…

Someone should go n bring life to this place
This bazaar of life should be enlivened
It appears scary…. It’s difficult to see…
A place having everything with no one in it
A place having abundance of nothingness
A deafening silence, tearing me into pieces

For heaven’s sake, spare! Let me live….
Let the highest form of life thrive….
Pray, let the bazaar buzz with sounds….
Sounds of people….sounds of life….

Copyright (c) : Nikhat Bano
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New Delhi, India. November 7, 2016.
Image Credit: Morocco Art and Architecture

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About Nikhat Bano

I am an ESP (English for Specific Purposes) Instructor by profession. I love to write romantic and spiritual poems and I find a great sense of relief after penning down my thoughts on paper. It has now become a passion for me and will continue as long as I live.

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