THE HAZY RECALL

Everyday when I go out of my house,

I get to see many different people,

each one of them with their own emotions,

some happy, some sad, some amused,

each one heading towards their goal,

each one of them being unique,

yet something unites them.

There exist people of different ages, gender, religions,thoughts ;

I don’t remember their faces distinctly,

but when I recall my journey,

their faces appear before my eyes in a hazy manner.

Some are millionaires, some poor,

some are healthy while others are not.

In the hustle and bustle of the short life,

I paint an image of a person , 

his character, profession in my mind,

where the face acts as mirror.

At the end of the day, I recall with a smile

about the people's faces and

hoping to see others the next day. 

Life goes on and on and on ……