I stepped up,

And looked out.

Maids in a circle,

Bantering their daily woes.

It feels good. Early in the morning

To find the world rushing past.

The milkman arrives.

The bus takes a turn. The glass gleaming in the sun.

It takes a U-turn and crawls away.

Some go straight, no matter what.

Some take a U-turn.

Do we all reach our destination ?

Are some meant to travel

A long, long way.

Are some meant to stay?

Amongst the concrete jungle

Life fades away.