Busy, Busy People Poem by Bill Wright

The air is hot, stuffy, humid
I stand outside and watch,
The throbbing street below
Full of tuc tucs galore.

Going this way and that
Chaos and order at the same time
This is India.
A land of busy people.

Pungent aromas assault my senses
A kaleidoscope of noise and colours too,
Bemused I take it all in
As Delhi's crazy traffic goes by.

I have seen busy streets before
I have seen busy people before
But this is something different
Taken to a new extreme.

India is a culture shock
Of that there is no doubt,
But my lasting memory of it will be
Busy, busy people.