An EveningA Poem by ManaliThe
sky has turned a bluish grey. I
hear the voices of the city - Words,
music, traffic, train, And
shrill laughter floating in the lane. The
bells have begun to ring; An
old woman Crouching
in a corner of her terrace Blows
the conch thrice. A
white cat ambling by the road C***s
its head to listen, But
deeming the prayers and noise the same Continues
in its search for game. On
a fifth floor balcony, a girl watches The
silhouettes of birds flying back home. She
has her own music, The
kind that shuts you out and sets you free. Temporarily.
A
train whistles in the distance Carrying
lives afar and beyond. The
evening grows dark, the moon rises, The
wind lulls and blows; And
life goes on… © 2013 Manali |
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