Walking alone around the street, Seeing garbage in every seat. Taking tiny steps to recall my scene, When I was a younger being. Messed up with my curly notions, Deteriorating my reckless motion. Wondering of my present hour, Took me to my childhood class. Everything was scattered so far, Collecting things was a major part. Then introspecting my childhood notions, Construct my mindset in a different portion. Steps began to foster their pace, Rectifying errors left behind themselves says. Vanishing the stains became so vital, To let the children play on their cycles. Forgetting things was not the easy part, Unless clear from the mighty cart. Capturing past was the healthy hour, That threw my misconception long too far. #street#rectify#tinysteps#vanish#poetry #peeping#habit#life
