Street

 

Under the sun, forever undone, I lay for you.

Hawkers and cars, cats and dogs, made way for you.

 

The old lady peering through the window, you see, I saw her as a dainty lass.

I saw the street kid of the yore, drive in today, his Mercedes E-Class.

 

The rains and storms, I withstood, I stood for you bare.

The potholes I nurtured for the birds that flocked, until a scorching day to spare.

 

The fancy store that has it all, I saw it in shambles galore,

At the crack of dawn , I stayed quiet when the clock struck four.

 

They screamed their slogans fervently, and torched the place down,

I lay powerless, motionless, incapable of a single frown.

 

It all is the same and yet so different today,

“What’s in a name” they said back in the day.

 

A street with a name so strong, it vitiates peace,

A street which knew no boundaries of cast and creed.

 

Under the sun, forever undone, I lay for you.

Hawkers and cars, cats and dogs, made way for you.