Moderate Two thousand and ten

At the market place the old cobbled street
Turned into a main street,
New vendors, Singers, Beggars
Call girls(with high-heels)
Magicians, handsome politicians(with sport shirts) and etc.,
I watched a retired electrician replaces a new bulb
On an old lamp post,
And I sniffed the rings of smoke from chubby Mayor's aromatic cigar
That goes to the new blue sky full of birds or war planes?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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