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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