Commotion In The Streets Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

There is a commotion in the streets
Clinking sound of wheels as vendors
Push their carts; milkmen with pots and pans
Hanging from bicycles shouting at housewives;
Buses honking to clear the way for a breakdown
Van at the side of the road; children gathering at
A bus stops leaning ahead with loads of school bags;
And priests almost running to the temple for worship
As first ray of the sun is about to graze building roofs;
Shopkeepers pushing shutters up for selling;
There is a commotion in the streets.