In the street corner of an old city,
I lost in thought while night was falling.
Flickering stars were blinded by shavings of mist
And wintry wind kept sneering
At the empty playground
A flustered soul caught a glimpse of memory,
It reminded me
Torch flame shall be lit
Under the pitch black sky.
Searching and Seeking:
What a tomorrow would be,
If we left this narrow lane?