Yelling and pushing to make some way,
The crowd was endless in the day,
One struggled and wriggled to have some space,
To pick an item or see the retailer's face.
The shops were filled with endless goods,
And many more lay covered in canvas hoods,
Waiting to be brought out and to be sold,
Or to be put back in the shopkeeper's hold.

Many hawkers did throng in the passages,
Selling their wares with fatigued visages,
Often putting unreasonable prices for making gains,
And being countered by agitated bargains.
Then there were the vendors selling fish,
Their shops flocked with cats, waiting for a dish,
More crowded with crows than men or women,
That lined up for a free lunch to gain.

The shops and crowd never seemed to end,
Getting more populous in the narrow passage-bend,
With strangers conversing like old friends and pals,
Sitting in the shops or leaning against the walls.
People from all shades and walks converged,
And different religions and classes merged.
They shattered the walls of division and seperation,
And stood together as brothers of the same nation.