A Happy Lane

It is a lane of remarkable memories

Chunks of happiness shared with ease

No wall could make you feel alone

for that, it is a lane with a feel of my-own

O' my dear kid at the backyard

stop gazing from the window grill so hard

Just come out of the oozing feeling of 'being-hatred'

and  play with the singing bird to be endured as 'being-sacred'

for that, she is the only friend  with wings

who could make you fly high while she sings

And don't forget to call upon your friends

so that they could find a better place than just phones