Her Courtyard

To the maze alley again I stepped
strolled my way through narrow lanes waking up,
encountering familiar passerby every step forward
when out of nowhere appeared a sexagenarian
brandishing her broom
unleashing puffs of dust cloud
spanning around few meters she now considers her courtyard
long way salubrious to outlying neighborhood
until
a commuter spoiled the place with Paan fluid
rendering the elderly and the adjacent onlooker dumbstruck..