The boy meanders through traffic
Unmindful of the lurking danger,
Looking for the swankiest car
And the kindest woman inside.
The boy seeks out women,
As they are kinder than men,
That is what he learnt from his mother
Who offered him bread only at times,
But love every day- without fail.
The boy keeps running from dawn to dusk,
Sometimes succeeding, sometimes failing,
The junction is his workplace as also his home,
It is his playground as also his school,
He knows of no world outside the junction.