The Market Place

Amused at the place of togetherness,

Where crowd is lonely and bland,

Emptiness resided in a mob strangely,

From top it looks like a family and from deep inside,

Reflects the bitter truth of loneliness

Someone is busy in selling, someone in buying,

Someone in bullying, everyone busy in their own plight

Running after life forgetting to enjoy at all,

Dearth and miseries prioritized instead of smile,

Why this can’t can be a place of togetherness and friendship,

After all everyone present there is a human,

Why can’t the freshness of fruits & veggies,

Be reflected in aroma of the market nature,

That busiest street of the city joins thousand lives,

Some standing for their bread and some for just fun,

Few smiles still subsist in gloomy atmosphere,

Wishing a true desire of freshness intact,

And same street during dense night sleeps,

A sleep of tiredness attires less.

This is a story of a market place silent,

Yet, shrouded with million thoughts and desires.

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About DiwakarMe

Diwakar Pokhriyal is a writer by passion. He has written 10 poetry books and 1 short story collection which is published. He has been a part of 64 anthologies/magazines with writers around the world. His works are also included in various websites. He is also a part of "Limca Book of Records - 2015" as he participated in "Synthesis - The First book on duet poetry". He has won “Poiesis Award for Excellence in Literature-2014” for his short story. With a touch of music in him, he is also a member of the GRV Band as a rhythm guitarist and songwriter. The songs can be enjoyed on You tube channel of GRV Band.

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