Where Are the Stars This Christmas

My street without the stars: I miss those stars of different colors The aroma of baking around The perfume of church going folks Who walk in silk saris and gowns The suit and tie in place With shining shoes along Little children aping the adult Following in suits and small little ties The pretty girls with their rustling skirts And jeans and tops too The street used to be filled With these folks around Now not a single star anywhere No folks to wish merry christmas Where are you my friends? I wish you from here Pray for your happiness May god bless you the year around….sunkan