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.