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 turns. 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.