That Lane - A to Z Challenge

That Lane – A to Z Challenge

 

I still remember that lane, ganglingly tall

Where she lives, beguiling and engaging

 

Svelte and perfumed, the lane turned

As she walked past me, her pallu brushing my arm

 

I had stood there the whole evening,

Waiting for her under the dim shaft of light

 

The lamp-post still stands straight as

Decently morbid thoughts whizzes past, I ask

 

My heart, Had she come after I had left?

Had the promises made, entered the narrow one-way

 

Heart of the residents, well-behaved and moral

In this world of shadowy and horribly respectable politicians?

 

This post is written for A to Z Challenge in association with Blogchatter.