Fleeting Moments

There, the little boy peeps out of his window 
He finds the downpour rather unusual. 
His friends were all coped up at home 
No one was allowed to go out and play .

There, the middle aged maid waddles through 
Her pink saree pulled up around her knees
It was time for the next home to be attended 
The rains had absolutely no power over her. .

There, the man stands with his broken umbrella 
With a single silver stalk sticking out
He hugs his backpack as if his life were at stake
As he patiently waits for the leaky red bus to arrive.

There, the old man in the blue wind cheater 
Crossing the wide road to reach home. 
A sadness touches his face, one that 
Spoke stories of many missed minutes.

There, the uniformed guard sits on his plastic chair
Filling his files and pushing the buttons 
He seems quiet with the storm that surrounds 
He watches the clock, awaiting his time to leave.

There, the petit girl peeps out of her window
She always wanted a life filled with more.
Everything was on pause for a few days and
She intended to imbibe all these fleeting moments. 🍃