Down the Lane
Down the Lane
Often in dusk, down the lane
Late memories of golden time arose.
Some breezy, some ecstatic yet insane
As the eventful day draws to a close.
A flashback of memories and pleasures
Seizes my heart to a still.
The innocent deeds a treasure
Vacancies by sweet smiles are filled.
Mirth of childhood quarrels encompass
My isolated mind and soul.
Fond memories shatter like a glass
Digging inside me a hole.
Companions with whom this bond I shared
Have scattered on the country map.
Motionlessly down the street I stare
Longing for a friendly tap.
Loneliness that dwells inside me
Strike like thunder on a stormy night.
The thought of my friends returning to me
Has echoed my heart with utter delight.
How emotional life is, sometimes I think
With mixed emotions and yet on course
But emotions fade away in a blink
Leaving the deep scars to remorse
Thus in the dusk, down the lane
Late memories of golden time arose.
Some breezy, some ecstatic yet insane
As the eventful day draws to a close.