I walk down a street,
where the children in the Windows peep;
and lonely trees all around beseech passers by!
I hear the inner cries of the flowers,
who wish them to be saved from soltitude;
their state of reclusion has lost faith in people.
Down the street I go,
My sight gets enlightened to see
children being creative;
Their emotions in art are contagious,
they travel like pollen.
But I am a bee of the city
To give them immense pleasure!
Down the street I go,
Across the lonely bouquets of flowers….!
@nikkii 