THE STORY OF AVENUE STREET

High up in the mountains lies Avenue street,

Here, all the depressed people you will meet,

But it was not always this way,

Avenue street was full of people who were joyful and gay,

Alas, how I miss those warm greetings,

And the friendly and cheerful meetings,

And the peoples gentle smile,

That used to greet me away from a mile,

How I miss the ringing of laughter in my ear,

But now, deadly silence is all that I can hear,

I was helpless at the time the incident took place,

In front of my eyes, all the children vanished without leaving any trace,

At once, there was uproar and chaos everywhere,

But, unfortunately, the children were to be found nowhere,

After tiresome hours of searching the entire neighbourhood,

With no result, all people were in a depressed mood,

It seemed that the joyfulness and cheerfulness was all sucked out,

And after a week, not a word would come out of anyone’s mouth,

All the people went through a lot of suffering and pain,

Henceforth, Avenue street was always in loss and never in gain,

An evil witch who was full of jealousy had cursed the street,

Her curse worked and no one here ever received any happy treat,

The liveliness of Avenue street was like a part of my soul,

With it gone, I felt lost and alone,

The original Avenue street still resides in my hearts core,

And my only wish is that Avenue street would become like it was before.

By ANUSHKA SINGH