An Eerie Night (Edited by Pradeep Bhatt)

And weight of the darkness
descends upon the weary world;
the urban air is stale and calm;
though the midnight is history,
the morning is still far.
The road lays mostly barren save when
the lorries tumble through the night,
carrying loads and loads of bricks,
for the city to multiply itself.
The dogs that are not fed
are too tired to bark or scout.
And I, in my aimless lingering
pause below a street lamp
crowded by fireflies, thinking
“who goes and for the love of what?”
A hooded rickshaw rolls by in silent laughter;
the sated dogs – yawn,
to my disbelief I hear, “… for food.”

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