Hometown.

As I walk through the streets of my childhood town, I see the work of time. 

I felt like a stranger walking in a new land and not my home town. 

Huge buildings trying to poke holes in the sky. 

Rushing cars, restless horns, people rushing to their destination. 

How much has my town changed in the blink of an eye?

Its like yesterday that I used to go school walking on those roads. 

Little shops, happy faces that's how I remember my town. 

The sweet smell of delicacies of sweet shops has got replaced with pollution.

The sweet bakery lady, the violin boy is no more to be seen. 

My town has changed with time it seems.