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Indus Rush
the market place
The red hot sun beat down on the ground
In the Market Place only the sound
Of the bustling, shuffling, crowded streets,
The Vendors shouting: disbelief
On the hidden faces of purdah grief look onâ¦.
Mangy dogs running through the legs of
The throng a thousand fold no less.
There's a tearoom cafe where on the day
The old men gather reminisce of
Times they knew in their distant past look onâ¦.
Remember the days when we were young,
The sign of our youth was the rising sun
You and I were young enough
To have no cares of our own,
But the years hit hard and the time went fast,
Now the circles turned full tideâ¦