why, today the surface feels not so right,
the snickers are on but every step sends a chill inside,
through a known lane, I look for a way around,
the familiar drunkard, parked rickshaws, and stray dogs that abound,
this walk I usually enjoy,
takes me back and forth on a mystery ride,
along the roads I traveled and ones I aspire,
the lit up moon keeps a watch, then now and forever.
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