Past your prime, escalators are a boon.
One step forward and up you go
Then slide on to level ground
Global markets, singing Sirens
Lead you to lands hitherto unknown.
Petrified mannequins pining for Pygmalions
indifferently display the latest in vogue.
In air-cooled milieu, reckless youth
listlessly ignore tick-tock rhythms
of minutes and hours. Wide-eyed children,
shuffling grandmas, liveried attendants –
all on fast track. Outside, on dusty streets
heat waves gleaming silver
dance on asphalt roads.
Humming hymns of urban glory
Metro life bursts balloons
filled with colourful confetti.