SLEEP



The city sleeps,
A still calm sweeps
Aa I creep out
Without a sound or shout
On the streets of the City of Joy,
Looking at me like a maiden coy,
Not much has changed
In my city estranged,
With decorated shops lay stony pavements,
With 'padas' jostled some new apartments,
The hand pulled rickshaw takes a place of pride
His human puller lying beside,
The stray dog giving him company,
Together they create a strange symphony,
Of love, care and camaraderie,
Without any boundary,
Peacefully they will sleep without a worry
Of the gaping divide of abundance and poverty,
Unaffected by the snobbery of a vain society
Sleep sings a lullaby, overtakes them quietly.

©®Madhumita

Padas= colonies