India, Aug. 13 -- If I could go back to that street, Where everything felt like a warm dream. Mornings rose with a beautiful dawn, Evenings were spent playing in the ground. Rains felt like a seamless bliss, The fits were full of mischief. The society was filled with cheerful kids, Enough to put flowers on my grave. Mothers calling out their children, Before the dusk reached. The lights would turn on in the night, As the shadows danced in the golden light. Time begins to evanesce, Like mist that fades into the sky. Now silence fills that lively strut, yet in my breams we still meet. But if I could return, just for a while, I would walk with a nostalgic smile....