Tinkling laughter echoed there
Dripping teardrops glittered there
Our memory lane got cluttered thus
With entangling glee and glumness both.
The broad and well kept thoroughfare
Got cuddled with its heavy traffic.
The town was over crowded with
folks of each and every league.
That night it was drizzling nonstop,
Every where there spread a cryptic silence,
What made me wake up, I just wondered!
Naively sat there idle and watched the standstill nature,
Another name of agedness is,
A second childhood sure it is.
Who told this sentence I don't know yet,
But a lot of sense it has, I will bet!