On that street I saw the old food stall,
Selling delicacies and snacks in plenty.
Crowds hover around the stall like hawks,
Trying to get their orders placed first.
From Chinese to South and North Indian,
The cuisines cover little more than a third of world’s population.
Three men display pure and complete team work,
One on the cash counter, the other two preparing the various orders.
Come rains or fog or steamy stuffy summer,
They are there to satiate us all.
When everyone is gone and the night is totally dark,
They wrap up their stuff to leave.
Snatching a bit of Noodles left over,
Or having the last spoonful of Sambhar from the utensil.
But with smiles on their faces and hope in their hearts,
They know tomorrow will be a bigger day with more customers.
They go away with half full stomachs but full of confidence,
On that street lives life in its vast spectrum.
On that street lives the common man’s dreams,
Of hope, success and prosperity.