On her Way

Time did freeze for a mo :
in the midst of it ,
say crowded boulevards;
Gaping that little old lady ,
yes , right under that big young Sun ;
whom none else saw ,
guess none else will ,
still too busy , but
now with old sore feet
and the only 'chappal' ,
her last torn souvenir
of what just flew
in the wink of an eye .