Regret but could'nt help the yelp!

Streeting around!
sounds clamour;
nightingale singsong;
whispering voices;
clamour resounding;

a girl walking;
in her little baby boots;
beep beeping on her way;
eyeing all around;
so innocent and cherry chubby;
in her raspery gown;
the dark lane frightened her;
searching for the familiar;
her eyes were suffusingly full;
but bravely she held and withheld;
ducking her tiny pencil neck here there;
in every reasoning direction;
alone was she;
did she find the familiar?
I still wonder!
Regret the helplessness ;
of being a tiny matching age of her;
who could’nt vocalize feelings!