In the Plaza

The place was cleaned but hardly gleams,

though painted but it doesn’t seems.

The fence around that colored green,

reflect to wares that could be seen.

The grassy land now turns to brown,

catches the leaves of trees that frown.

The men working so lazily,

perhaps because of sunny day.

There’s a vendor pushing a cart,

selling his goods around the park.

While other kids play and have fun,

a filthy boy begging for alms.

A banner hanging between posts,

utter the greetings of the host.

So!... the place was painted and cleaned,

for there are visitors coming.

At the center a figure stands,

apparently looking around.

A witness to all that happens,

for it has been there ever since.

The daily life in the plaza,

there’s happy moment and drama.

The statue that stands there alone,

like The One who watches us all.