On a weekday corner where buses sigh,
Five voices rise to interrupt the sky
No sleigh bells here, no tinsel cheer,
Just photocopied harmonies, slightly off-key but sincere.
One hides behind sunglasses and a page,
Another sings like rent is due this age,
A pillar listens, stoic, unimpressed
While traffic hums its basso, doing the rest.
It isn’t winter, no festive decree
Just a choir ambushing passersby casually,
Proving with folders and unapologetic breath:
Joy doesn’t need a season—just a bit of public depth.
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