In the misty night
of December
under the glittering
stars and moon
they walk down the tarred roads.
The youth in groups
children with their parents,
friends, lovers with hands in hands,
husbands and wives
all in a jovial mood
all living in the flats
on both sides of the road.
Only one person
who keeps no friends, no family
walks along the straight road
to and fro several times.
After spending one or
two hours down the road
the night-walkers
one by one
sneak into their flats
with the city lapsing into a sleeping mode.
Even after the road
turns calm and quiet but by
occasional walkers
walking fast into their flats
the man continued to
walk to and fro
caring none
like his strange
co-walkers who too
cared him not
he moves along looking ahead.
Is he living alone?
If he lives with his family
Why is he keeping
moody and aloof?
-One day I was
asking myself.
One night
at about 1’O’clock,
I saw him climbing up the stairs
and unlocking the
doors of his flat
switching on the light and fan
he closed the doors from inside
changed his dress
and clad in his dhoti
slumped into his mattress
spread over the cot.
He was like a puzzle
which I couldn’t unknot.
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