Poem 167 - The Imaginary Painting

An empty lane, only a old bench there

If only it was not uneven and jagged

Cars could be driven there

Some noise from vehicles the lane lacked

If only there could be a few more trees

Where birds could chirp and children play

I painted a picture in my head

Hoping the beautiful image would stay

Have a distant look at my mind

No you still can't see what I see

Trees grow, birds chirp, cars stop in the traffic

And there is a more happier me

More beautiful houses, to decorate the lane

I hoped it wouldn't be as silent as it was in this lane

It is always too dark and quiet

But for now the lane was silent, quite, dark and standing in pain

-Gaurang Rao

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