The bustling breeze comes to halt under the grey bridge where the sun wishes to whisper good morning
to pedestrians standing and sitting in vehicles
the early dawn puddles are a reminder to callous faces of our soul reflecting time and again
the rudiments of a deflated tyres shop lies across the bare bricked structure
a narrow skywalk invites the dull people to walk on it
a airborne aircraft is due for take off
the silver clouds bloom over the hoisted flag