He Lived In The Dark, Dead Streets Poem by Saheb Mohapatra

He lived in the dark, dead streets
Where once the Thames did flow,
Matter not, it fades or glows
As being lonely, a lot he meets.

He lived in the dark, dead streets
Where neither reached the Sun's nor the moon's faint glow,
I wish I could cease its flow
And ask him, how to the greens, he greets.

He lived in the dark, dead streets
That never caught a selfish eye,
Perhaps, he was betrayed or a bit shy
Who trudged in the lonely lanes that the world never meets.

He lived in the dark dead streets where never fell a bright bud,
I know not around us, why hasn't echoed his words.