The Solitary Street Poem by Devanshi Khetarpal

I walk along the solitary street,
My heart, could not endure the heat.
And now I see, a sight far away,
The ascent of a new day.
I turn back and see,
The phantasies I have left behind me.
The road wouldn't end,
The path, leaving concerns to attend.
I keep on ambling along the way,
Of a life all freewheeling and gay.
The deplorable will be left midway the track,
If I may find the lugubrious lack.
But maybe the road does not end at all,
Maybe the spirit hears another call.
I may still have the sadness to abide,
Maybe there is still a flock left to decide.
But I will return here,
Until there is nothing left to shear.
Back to the solitary street,
Waiting for the delight to retreat.