By Ishaan Garg

When I walk down the lane,
I often sense the pain,
That I tried a lot to save,
But all in vain.

When I walk down the lane,
A thought hits my brain,
Those bats of twenty-two yards,
Are no more in the game.

When I walk down the lane,
I see the lake, its the same
Where the painting made of dove,
Turned into the feeling of love.

When I walk down the lane,
I feel the emotions turning plain,
When the tears roll when I cry,
She fondles my face with love,
And waits for the tears to dry.

When I walk down the lane,
I see the memories drain,
With the time sadly passing by,
I just wait for the lady to call,
We are ready to fly.

I won’t walk down this time,
Because it’s time for me to fly high,
Bidding my gracious childhood,
A final goodbye!

~