As You Step Out of Your Doors Here We meet
I am the nameless, Your Little-known Street
Running Not Beyond A few Hundred Yards
When Did I Come -Nobody Knows and Cares !
History of People Lies Deep In My Ageless Mind
Their Unerasble Footprints Not Easy To Find
Seen the Growing Child Weaving Her Steps
On My Back -Breaking Free from All Cares
To Tread Her Path Which Bears No Address
In the Joy of the Walk Setting Her Own Pace!
I am the Chronicler of Births And Deaths
A Mute Yet Happy Witness of Joyful Events
Shedding Unseen Tears on Misery and Woes
This is My Unfinished Story- Not A Dull prose!
Lying eternally to Count -Beats of Your Feet
I am the Nameless-Your Little-Known Street.
