A stroll through the walkways,
Of CP’s residential plots,
During lazy summer days,
Waiting for luck to turn, in the lots
Carpets of green, such beautiful lawns,
Fireflies that fly, their glow so green,
My friend beside me, tall and brawn
Hidden a kiddish fear to most unseen….
A stroll through the lone railroad,
Through the gentle breeze of the outskirts,
A deer or two amidst croaking toads,
The township ahead, teak trees that skirt,
My friend beside me, we walk,
Reminiscence of the Drews and the Fives,
Chattering as we walk the talk,
Amidst bda complexes and bee hives…
A stroll through the pines and cedars,
Through the streets of Shillong,
Over the hill, the road meanders -
Whispers within me, this is where I belong….
My friend beside, we walk walk and walk,
Just like old times on every trip,
My Dad rants and I listen to the talks,
Dowsed in reminiscence the stories drip….
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