Those charming smiles on those familiar faces,
Kept strolling down the street
Leaving behind no traces.
As time fleeted, old doors creaked
People changed but not those places.
Those lanes and alleys blushed the same
I remember growing up in these lanes
Where I ran, fell and played those games
I remember all my old mates and their names
My old street is as beautiful as it claims.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful reminder of the years spent in the alleys of life. Beautiful poem