By Radhika Soni
THE STONE-RIBBED LANE
This stone-ribbed lane is familiar to me,
I have traveled its air before,
Drawing the whiff of chamomile tea,
Brewing inside a closed door.
Stray notes of a piano in my ears,
Waft from the window across;
From the melody, it appears,
The strain that's playing, is one of loss.
The cars sitting atop the wheels,
Appear to have not budged for long;
The place resounded with laughter
In those times, when children thronged.
How still and silent are its nooks,
Where you and I once strolled,
When stars gleamed from the sky's hooks,
As we sat under a dim lit pole.
The once bustling lane appears to sleep,
As in the distance ships set sail.
Though my feet desire to leap,
The heart still wants to prevail.
Radhika Soni writes in quest of harmony. She is greatly influenced and inspired by the poetry of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron, Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Frost, Pablo Neruda, W.H. Auden and William Butler Yeats to name a few. She loves nature walks.
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