The busy street

Walking behind an old couple in a busy street
Time surrenders.
They seem spheres of memories gliding ahead
Indifferent to scurrying others
Time hobbles at an undefined pace, smoothened out.
The woman in faded saree and glittering anklets
Seem recently bought
Serene hand holding unmindful of the flitting gaze
A few enchantments live through time.

A new car at the centre of another halt
Manoeuvering through, escaping edges, continuously honking, perspiring

With anxieties overcome, situations lived, precious defined
Old is the new new
Old is the new you.

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