Just a number

Just a number

Busy road march on,
I can see a flock of walkers
one of them ahead,
two of them on back foot.

Red lights does not wink.

I look at heap of leaves
one comes by flying beneath my foot,
two of those wait for their turn
some of those turns into pale
piles on the grave yard..

Just a number
Does not matter
Even, same crowd in Delhi metro
full house at Firoz Shah Kotla

Virat comes in, Sourav goes
Goutam continues batting
takes single, one and two

Just a number,
only, without that,
when you are on ninety nine,
a century never scored.