Hungry, I hurry to the market All along the way, I imagine the things I'll buy Occasionally drifting off to think of other things I arrive An empty market greets me How?! Oh! I suddenly remember why As I look up to windows Of nearby hostels All shut, except a few squeaking in the gentle winds It's vacation today for the students Damn! Where do I get food? But the silence of the empty market Punctuated by occasional chirping, hooting And wailing of birds A gruesome reminder of things I do not want to think about Winds rustle leaves, empty bottles and used tissues I hear footsteps of some disappointed customers Returning as they came They say a word or two about the strangeness of the silence I try to ignore the message in all this Yet the silence and emptiness is too loud To be ignored It's my reminder That one day, all of this will be gone That all of this busyness will cease
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