Just A Pedestrian On The Street

Just A Pedestrian On The Street
I strolled along the cobbled streets, 

Bordered by high stone walls and trees, 

The labyrinth of long lanes,

Tall mansions with glass panes, 

Each had a story to reveal,

Some eternal, some ephemeral.

Fragrant flowers and leafy bowers,

Rendered the street with thousand colors.

 An empty wooden bench for years was reinforced,

With many tender moments that it endorsed.

The bright lights from a rugged lamp,

Glimmered on the auburn hair of a tramp.

A little girl holding the hands of her father,

Hustled across the street without a sign of fear.

A woman waiting by the bus stand,

Impatiently fidgeted with a bag in hand.

A dusty car parked near a tree,

Was stenciled with doodles for all to see.

I strolled along the cobbled streets,

Bordered by high stone walls and trees, 

That camouflaged the houses of the filthy rich,

Many fellows secretly wished to snitch.

I heard the noises on the sidewalk,

Whispers of strangers and some small talk,

I wandered and wondered so discreet,

As just a pedestrian on the street.

Many a times pictures cannot capture what words can say. So this poem here, describes my musings in words...as I wandered one day as just a pedestrian on the street. If you want to know what more I saw on the streets read here.