Bridge

The bustling breeze comes to halt under the grey bridge where the sun wishes to whisper good morning
to pedestrians standing  and sitting  in vehicles
the early dawn puddles  are a reminder to callous  faces of our soul reflecting time and again
the rudiments of a deflated tyres shop lies across the bare bricked structure
a narrow skywalk invites the dull people to walk on it
a airborne aircraft is due for take off
the silver clouds bloom over the hoisted  flag