CITY LIGHTS

The dingy streets that sang the glory
Of thousand gods, all in one,
While one sang for Allah,
The other said “Jai Shree Ram”.
The dingy streets that witnessed,
The call of the fisherwoman,
And the slash of knives,
Against the tender coconut, split in two.
As one man called out to the other,
In a tongues unknown,
And the other laughed in a rather bizarre tone.
The dingy streets with a hybrid scent,
With that of fear, that of longing,
With every man came a story.
The dingy streets that smelled of flavour,
And that of a hungry man,
Tired of day long labour.
Somehow, the dingy streets of the city,
Seemed more like home,
Than the city lights.