MARKET VOICES

Like rain pour voices fall from corners
Thick, light, some coerce like
Attempt each summoning and competing
For better share all struggle

Amidst these set buyer with counterparts
There in are jokers clutch to their pools
With mommure which cover cranies
And some come for delight
Those are visitors, visit to cast glances

SO good would it be
Had it not been tempted by the time
Tempt to go with the breeze of the sun
Tempted to leave with the last hour of the day
And go down with exit of twilliht

But certainly it did
come to grave
Early delight turns boring
As the market is quited,As village deserted under spell

Where are they?
Earlier competitors and entertainers?
All gone for rest
Or gone to account profit

Author's Notes/Comments: 

on this planet of the earth, nothing has come to stay. so, no matter how blinking or enjoyable this life could be, it just a matter of time

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