Sunday, August 26, 2012

AND FAST FLOWS THE RIVER


It was past midnight
city was drowsing
bathed in the yellow-orange
light
spread by the sodium-vapour lamps.
City never sleeps
city only drowses.
Unlike in the day time
the streets were somewhat empty.
Except one or two
pedestrians moving to and fro
except one or two vehicles
speeding along to either directions
the sight reminds one of
rain-drops trickling down
to the ground after kissing the leaves
of plants.
An old man in Bermuda
he was half-naked
came on a motor-bike
parked the bike on the side of the
bridge without any second thoughts
mounted the bridge
and jumped into the
fast flowing river.
Nobody saw him jumping down
except the stars and moon only witnesses
the city as usual
is drowsing.                     

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