the street

It was once a street filled with sight
with the colours of sun and glory of night
with the pitter of the feet and patter of the flight
with the dancing faces of wondrous delight

It was the time of laughter and a time to play
Of jumping the hoops and molding the clay
To poke at each other with words of play
To kiss each other at a moment’s say

It was the time when we were born,
when we began to understand our own,
when life was full of carefree morn’,
and night filled with dreams unknown

till that day when the time gave way,
to the relentless nature’s pay,
till that day when the colours turned to grey,
when we became lost and started to fray

Amidst all the warm hands got cold
And all that was right began to fold
when we tried to reach but could not hold
and all that was there was street of old

but the street would wait for the clouds to part,
for the colours to rise to its glory heart,
when the pitter would startle and the patter would start,
when the street would be filled, filled at last.