There is this street,

That I cross everyday,

Walking along,

Its passage,

Passing though it,

I don’t look back,

At its corner,

While taking the turn,

As I am aware of,

As I have known,

So far,

I know its life,

As I have seen,

In many 10 minutes,

There maybe something,

To know past the life of,

The many 10 minutes,

Known so far,

But, I don’t look back..

To continue..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey –