Morning March

When I wake up n open the grill
get greeted with the winter's chill
the north breeze kissing me cheese
the day has warmed up get moving please

Lock up the door, run down the stairs
Old man standing looks up n prays
smiling me, rush to the restaurant
Idly-chatni-sambar never ignorant

Buses n cars, Scooters n cycles
honking noise from every vehicle
Signal stoppings, zebra crossings, Footpath marchings
Yes.., these are my mornings

Walking back towards my stop
look at waiting pals singing hip-pop
I say a hi and say goodbye
to all those people glancing a sigh

Here comes my cab, very dutiful
Sitting amongst the colorful, so wonderful
Ear plugs in repair but radio in the air
Few songs, some chitchat and I reach my fair