The lane.

The lane.

The lane which is infront of my house,
In summer,it is covered with dust.
In rainy,it is covered with water.
But in spring time,
It looks much better.

In summer,it puffs dust.
In rainy,it bathes in rain water.
But in spring,
it is adorned with petels of red shimul flowers.

When the sun at Zenith,
it becomes very hot.
At noon in solitude,
waiting for the steps of foot.

At night,when everybody sleeps,
It remains awaken
and reposes the street beggers
and stray dogs.