The Road That Was

This road had sprawling shades as a row of trees stood with grace Trees with heads touching together with branches holding hands They seemed like a family, close knit and non-virtual. This road had an uncle's shop that was a whole wide world in itself With a few rupees in my fist I bought all my heart wished A treasure house of fantasy to which childish feet sauntered with glee This road had a house, old in style, modern in thought Its bricks peeping from behind the cement but it had weathered many storms It had withstood the influx of shallowness Its simplicity was a shelter for inmates.