As she walked past the roofs and laughter,
She felt smile coming up on her face.
The little foot running here and there.
The cackle of pure happiness.
She saw the mother with the child
And sighed in relief that he was not alone.
As she walked past the scene,
The sun was setting down behind the concrete.
The men and women walked in fast pace,
As the evening grew old,
People started pouring out of their houses,
Like champagne coming out of a bottle to celebrate.
They held hands and disappeared into lights,
She watched them getting lost in bright lights.
As she passed by the lights, she hoped to catch some shine on her,
Alas, it was not for her.
Lights were to stay there forever,
So was the laughter and smiles.
She looked down in agony but she finally found herself,
The dust travelled everywhere,
Invisible, in fading memories, in vanishing love,
She knew now
That she was a traveller, living on the dust.