The Market of Colors

In the cacophony of sights and sounds,
where colors mingle, as do minds,
I hear a tinkle, a laughter.
In that busy market, I hear my life.

The banter of the bangle seller,
the cries of the peanuts hawker,
slowly seem to drown
and everything slows down.

I try to focus, I try to zoom,
on that one sound
that is the gateway to heaven,
that laughter I have to make my own.

But then, the crowd grows,
I cannot move, as it swallows,
I strain my ears, my being,
to catch that dying laughter.

In a flash, it is gone,
This colorful market took away
my color, my piece of heaven,
It took away what was surely mine.

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