An evening walk on CNR road

As I trod through the blacktopped road

For a walk as I used to, often,

I was disturbed by some sentiments:

Gone are those souls, who I used to see:

Walk in group,

In pair

And alone.

Gone are those times when I would see them:

Walk in cap,

Headphones

And earphones.

Gone are they who used to walk in:

Half pants,

Full pants

And skirts.

Gone are those souls who used to walk in:

High heels,

Myriad type of shoes

And  slippers.

I visited the nursery

To see if anyone lived,

But a silence of the site

Scared my sentiments;

I gave binoculars-like look

Down the gate

Towards the junction

And almost everywhere;

I saw those people in the emptiness

Of their presence.

Feeling the loneliness of air

In thoughts at once

I missed those people who resided

Among us through a brief time

Of life.

In memories shall they live,

In memory  now shall I live,

And when flashback flashes

There shall we all meet again,

With the lovely moments

And to see you all

Walk on the black road of the CNR

 In the same manner I used to see.