Walking In The Street At Night
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Anil Kumar Panda
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Deflated light from bulbs
Pinches the eyes as steps
Crush reflections of sleeping
Poles cautiously. Flickering
Lives struggling to escape
The bodies hide like mice
Under damp corners of stairs.
The moon dances in yellowish
Whites of their half closed eyes.
Wires hanging loose between
Poles are magnified in sizzling
Pools getting cooler upon bed
Of tar. Long faces spill shadows
Of pain from wooden creeks
Of didactyl windows. Screeching
Of wheels, feeble whining of
Country dogs, soft lamentations
Of wind slapping dilapidated
Buildings are getting dispersed
In the bluish summer night sky.
Once promiscuous, velvety mirage
Of the city line disappears with
Falling notes of lonely watchers.
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