Jyoti Thatte (On that Street | Certificate of Participation)

Holding my hand,
Memories take me back,
To that street,
To visit those insane moments,
When we,
You and me,
Would linger carelessly,
Around the corner,
The tea kiosk like polestar,
Constant upright inspiring,
Careless boys playing,
On the street like fountains,
Happy and happening,
Times have separated us,
Like logs on faststream,
Never to meet again,
Yet on that street,
I walk in my fantasy ,
withyou by my side,
Our hands locked in eternal love,
The tea kiosk like polestar ,
Smiles approvingly,
Acknowledging eternal pure love.