Poem- '82 Avenue Lagrange'

82 Avenue Lagrange

"The address I called home..

Autumn, winter, spring and summer..

I saw it in every garb..

.

The wooden stairs creaked so much at first..

But then it felt like a familiar hum..

.

The quiet riverside..
The bridge..

The stealthily flowing water..

The rustling leaves with soft breeze..

I could hear it all like in a mesmirizing trance..

.

As I walk on the same street..

I ponder..

When did this unknown address

turn into a place so dear..

.

The cargo ships..

The restaurant on the boat..

The lush big green trees..

The sunset through my window..

The riverview from the balcony..

A delight to the eyes..

It had a character of its own..

.

The house became a home in a matter of time..

Faraway from a land I call home."

-  D. Shakti