Walking On A Lonely Street

Dark and lonely standing still
Lit by fluorescent lamps that shine
    Not a single soul on the road
    Its a lonely street at nine

It nurtures on its sides
Some rich and poor's dwelling
    And also fosters a market
    Where some men do the selling

But doors of houses are now shut
Windows covered with blocking drapes
    Market's closed as if it never was
    Nor was the smell of wine and grapes

I pitied the street for its loneliness
And agony in which it was lying
    Girdled by discrete stories around
    Yet it seemed like it was crying

I walk and look at the house by side
Saw through the window a shimmering light
    Was it some kind of party going on
    Or was it someone fighting inside

Was struck by delighting aroma of cafe
Outside a shop which said 'have a sip'
    I craved for a mocha, but no one to serve
    Helplessly, I bit my lip

I chuckled for I was madly wondering
With not a single soul to greet
    I was the one who was lonely
    And I was pitying the elegant street

-smita