The intended route gets altered
Much like an unexpected switch
Of the wonted childhood track
Mounted atop the path of today
The flyover of my little town
A mark of sprouting urban glory
Changes the platform to deboard
As life chugs from my outside world
The cherished roads of yesteryear
Once appeared dangerous to cross
Now they are constricted lanes
Encroached by mushroomed stalls
Now they are dug deep below
The overspeeding flyover of day
It bypasses the places of many stories
The famous hawker snack on the signal
That caused chaos in the evening
The proud shops decked in festive
Those gossips in the local markets
Where the neighbours share delicacy
It takes a massive u-turn to visit
The cherished bustle of the past
When you turn into the town
Even after you cross your place
Where the flyover ends eventually
Drops you facing the obsolete yard.
Bareilly
09.25 hrs
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