Milk simmers on the verge of boiling over
Sparrows chirp and the crows hover
Roads are scanty but the stall is full
Sun’s out but the air is cool.
People are up but not awake
To wake up, a tea it shall take
From a strainer the tea drips
They don’t gulp but imbibe in sips.
Ignoring the glare from another bloke
A scrawny old man lights up a smoke.
A fitness fanatic sneers in condescension
The old man puffs on to his general direction.
Stray dogs approach the stall in desperation
Their eyes gleaming with anticipation
But frugal hosts have nothing to offer
For the peckish dogs bins are now a coffer.
Faraway an indiscernible music emanates
When focused harder it dissipates
This music of origins unknown
Has a mysterious overtone.
Facing away, the runner lets out a sigh
Pays up for the tea and scoots by
A loud speeding car approaches from nowhere
Runs over the runner as the onlookers stare.
The car and music come to a halt
Onlookers seethe at driver’s fault
With the origin of the music identified
The old man stubs his cigarette and steps aside.