The Never Ending daily Cycle -poetry

The evening has dawned

So have the street lamps

Pale lights in full bloom

To fight each other till the early morn

The life once in full blossom

During the day as sun traveled

Is now packing, shrinking,

To respective shelters of choices or compulsions

Though in varying degrees

Across the land

In villages, towns and Metropolis

Flats, villas, bedrooms, pavements

Or under the flyovers or inside metros

Gears changing in the 24 hour drive

Its again early morn

Birds chirping, morning deliveries are on

Some are walking to live long

Under the beautiful illusion

To go on, till the eternity

How magnificent is this commonest of illusions?

Which eggs on, all and sundry

The mobiles start ringing

A reminder that you are hooked

To the grand network of humanity, civilization

Interdependence or a cog in the wheel

In a system where every one works

To deliver so called values to every one else

Its time to go to respective work

Different transport modes

Different locale, different offices, workplace

There is a huge rush on the transport system

A pathway to earn daily livelihood

And the cycle has again started

To never end