By the Bazaar

The lights are sharp 

In the dim waves of night

Glowering in those flashy beams

Insects mark their flight;

Sitting on racky shafts

Singing in a hum,

Hawkers crawl and bend and dance

Calling their stuff out names;

Infused in the airs with sound

Are the fumes of the fair

Jasmin in oils and Lavender in soaps

For half a dollar is a little rose;

Lit in this carnival time,

Beaming with the glow of life

I stand bargaining at a little shop

Making the toys today my last stop;

And singing, dancing with hawkers' calls

The toy entertained the evening through

In cute small hearts 

A laughter they brew;

And the occasional dust  that rises through walks

Filters the light in the eve of dusk

And as I leave this one small world with talks

I feel my heart lost in a worldly thrust;

As the clouds enamour the moon

I gaze at it like a silent loon

But realizing that the world I left behind is dying

All I can do is to contemplate the time flying...