Market lovers

Market lovers met once again.
It is what they do now and then.
They wish there was another way out
To quench this longing and drought.

Birds are everywhere to blow the whistle
Market is safe to be away from any missile.
Fixed on each other the eyes are so shy
 Being together, feelings are high.

For market lovers happiness is a few minutes talk.
They had better leave the market before five o’clock.
Seeming an accidental touch, their hands exchanged the heat.
Nothing in the world would cause such an exciting heartbeat.