پارک ملت

Next to a busy road lays a peaceful place called Mellat Park, which I would visit and resort to whenever I felt a lot of tension. Inside it, except for a faint sound of distant traffic there wasn't any disturbing noise. Therefore, it was frequented by those tired of routine life. Most of them were old pensioners, occupying most benches discussing a wide range of issues. In addition to them, strollers wandered around, some accompanied by a partner and some preferred a solitary walk. Also, the next group of visitors was the fitness freak, jogging and running until they were breathless. At the same time, poor animals scavenged among rubbish, hoping to feed themselves and their families. But their search didn't take long, since some people sympathized with them, sharing food with cats and crows. For sure at the end of the day all people would enjoy their visit and undoubtedly wouldn't forget to thank sweepers and gardeners who took care of the park.