THE WORLD BAZAAR

The golden sunshine 

and a buzzing, 

market like world,

The deceptive 'bazaar'!

Concrete piles 

stacked in golden jars,

Some houses 

and a few homes,

And some dream shoppes;

Therein lie stacks of relationships, 

With ferries of falsehoods,

Plays of fancies,

some pleasures,

many sorrows,

Lying amongst some scattered bondings,

the torturous alliances,

and some relations uprooted.

There is a small crowd 

that's lonesome,

Some love resides inside, 

but then there is disgrace too,

Some stories are in the making,

and many tales left incomplete, 

imperfect and worsened;

Feel some smiling moments run through,

Also sense some hateful hearts,

Bitter truths and

the sweet lies too:

The sheer curtain 

of glittering lights 

flutters here,

with something hidden, 

something very different,

Unpredictable, 

and nimaginable,

that may vanish within a blink!

Open your eyes, 

Choose your pick  

and get down to business,

For this market of the world

is abuzz and awakened,

The bedazzling, deceptive bazaar,

bathed in the fresh sun-rays,

decorated by the glimmering golden sunlight.

©®Madhumita