As I walk on the bustling streets,
Various people I do meet
I meet the milk men and the news vendors,
And of course the street sweepers.
Some quite young, some quite old,
Some bad, some as good as gold.
Some very happy, some very sad,
Some calm and some raving mad.
Some in joy some in pain,
Some very humble and some in vain.
So many people… what do you see?
Looking at them what do you feel?
All their emotions you see on their face,
Today, through various stages they race
We meet people of all kinds,
Wherever you go, its people you find.
BVM, Civil Lines.