I was waiting at the red at a crossing,
and in that brief period of rest -
no going forward or back
but just looking at life rushing across -
I felt a stillness,
a moment of complete stop,
like in a painting.
I knew there was a poem there,
though it turned green before I wrote it down.
(I got started here - http://rendezvous-with-gulzar.blogspot.com/2011/09/rendezvous-with-gulzar-11.html)
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