Walking On These Streets Poem by Ritik Kumar

I've been here before,
But on a different day.
Now, it's the other way round,
Like on a strange way.

Those times are still
Popping in my mind.
The world seemed too different
Something which was so kind.

Kind because I had my hand
Caged by another.
But I felt safe there
Like in the lap of mother.

Her cuckoo like voice
Still hover in my ears.
Her said every word
Still dominate my fears.

The way she giggled
On my creepy jokes.
And moved her hand over my head
To give some soothing strokes.

Even when I was miles away
She sensed my every pain.
And in one way or other
She released my strain.

Her sparkling eyes,
Her signing hairs.
Everything was perfect
Like God gave it special care.

In this world of darkness.
She was the source of my light.
For her, and only her
I could have reached any height.

But now, she is history
Not for me, but for world.
But I know, and am sure
That she'll always be my pearl.

Her every word, every smile
Is like gem for me.
I'll preserve them somewhere
In the bed of my sea

I'll never let her effort
To go in vain.
She was, is and always be the reason
For which I'll always stand again.

I've been on these streets
Even before.
But then she held me
And now, I'm all alone.

So again I'm here
Though she'll not greet.
But her face surrounds me
As I'm walking on these streets.