All the way through the less bustled roads of this green covered route,
Glad to have found this wind caressed vacant seat next to a window,
Starring those chunky clouds on a to be clearer sky,
Across this site so prejudiced to be developed yet,
A couple of little girls, putting all that stamina one could give that age, too tiny the one in front to rest her foot to stop the wheels of her bicycle,
The even younger holding possible count of water pots at the back seat,
Unlike fellow kids in so called, the developed hubs, would rather be in their comfort zones.
Not too old to be called an young boy, take up all charge, swinging his toddler sister’s cradle to and fro,
Unlike the tantrums of sharing toys with siblings.
Sooner then are an ample women riders commuting on their wheels to work, Competing to the happening metros.
If this habitat is what we presume to thrive yet, inspite of the so vibrant self reliant children and women,
For each steps do matter,
Don’t we see the change is already happening over!?