Party Is Over

Night is not lonely People are every where In parks, in lawns, in gardens Sitting on the benches Some cuddling and kissing Some just talking and smiling Smoking and drinking beer Some are lying on the grasses And watching the stars moving Slowly and smiling to themselves Children are feeling sleepy And clinging to their mother's neck The party is over Tables are being pushed to the corners Glasses are being kept safely In card board boxes Table clothes are being pulled And dropped and gathered into Heaps on the floor to be washed Night simmers as cars Doors are opened and closed Engines ignited There is silence all around A soft wind begins to rattle The windows through which Yellowish light falls at the edge Of the deserted lawn