On these streets I have traversed many times,
Behind the corridors the days were spent yawning
Waiting for the weekend evening to dawn
Now the years have flipped by
And moments have stretched, grown old
It’s something to do with memories, so, now I am told
There was moment, across the road,
A coffee corner, where the youth used to stroll,
Now it s busy corner, fancy cars parked for fancy grocery store
From few miles ahead, you can smell the sea
Hear her roar,
it is still the same and better than the musk, I am asked to adore
Further ahead, the minarets stand over the islet
Isolated from the crowd of land, peaceful abode in the sea
By its side, its now crowded
I can hear over the voice of ocean,
the lovers, the old, gossiping, whispering, talking loud
and here and there a few lost in thoughts, I am sure
wondering of times that used to be.
PS: Haji Ali
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