Street
Ripon Handique
Assistant Professor
Department of English
M.G.M. College,
Dimapur, Nagaland
No more does my dreary day dance
As soft these leaves rustle
In this still night
Shroud o’ silence owns.
This lit street breathes
Echoes of your laughter
In a symphony with my thoughts
Numb with longing.
Would I were feeble and fleeting
My footfalls shall retrace
In this still night
No memory.
Would I were so
No echoes could e’er weave
Dreams in moving, removing time.
Once with meaning.