Looking All Around Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Walking

I noticed I always looked at the ground
When I walked either fast or slow.
I wondered why I did that and I didn't even know.
I think it was to keep my feet in a straight row.

Now I walked and saw left and right.
I noticed the coming of the night.
I noticed the cars' sight.
As I looked left and right.

Now I only looked straight ahead of me
Not looking to see
What was nearby me
Because I was not interested.

But the sidewalk protested
And told me otherwise.
Now I walked by scooters, skateboards and bikes
And all such likes.