Traders In Time

To and fro, up and down Traders in time in turns of toil In bid of bliss and green- grounds Tearful and gleeful, Cheerful and stressful Hunt and hound for varied delights Coming and going all the time Voices of millions that vent all the way In continuous cycles rushing along all day Like busy ants saving for rainy days And restless birds scurrying to perch Streaming along day after day Gathering and making meaning of scraps They strut and thud Putting up shades and hiding in tents Along this far-flung space Via momentous hypes they swirl Amid punctures of conflicts and catharsis Till again their restless feet Weary out and others take their place