The tall building on the 4th street has my book and Pencil-- I never gotta Go to school. The villa near the water Tank has trophies I Never gotta win. The temple near the Lake Has shoes and a uniform I never gotta wear. The High school by The Panchayat office has Memories of my crippled leg. Damaged when one of The walls fell off. The childhood that's Rubbed away by the bricks I carried from the kiln- When I walk these streets, A streak of nostalgia Gets to me-- like I almost Met my school crush. But alas! She too had to Carry bricks for the New Mall that came up In the city nearby. We can almost hear the Sound of the movies. And the whiff of popcorn Popping inside. Sometimes we sneak in To get a peek at the other side, But it seems they always Shoo away our kind.