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Hometown Roads.

Roads that taught 
you to walk ,run 
and dance in fun.
Roads where you 
lost yourself
and found again
they were always there 
when you fell .

 In childhood: in rain 
you made your paper boats,
& after flying your 
paper planes
rested on these roads.

 In teenage:Roads where you
walked in love;
and also
when you walked 'out of love'.

 some walked with you
on them and later 
they left and went
but roads taught you 
to walk alone
when everything was 'done'.

In winters,on them
you basked in sunshine

 You walked in moonlight
on hot summer days.

 lost your old thoughts
like old leaves in autumn
and started fresh .

 Rainy season gave 
you chance 
to walk,to peddle and dance.

 Roads when you 
walk on them
after long time
you can hear the
echoes of everything you did.
Echoes of laughter.Cries.
Echoes of childhood delight.
Foot imprints might no longer 
be there
but memory will stay right there.

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