walking down

familiar lanes

never realised

they had changed

withered, eroded

muddied, faded

trees lining street-ends

had grown dustier

leaves rattled by storms

had grown mustier

walking down

familiar lanes

never realized

how I had changed

never stopped to care

even when

omens lay bare

as the last grains

of the hour glass

called for a close

thus, awakened I

to a hapless fate

only to admit too late

I was, blinded by hate

I am done with

yes, now you may

rebury this soul 

shrouded by regrets

~~~~~

Asha Seth