THE NIGHT

The 'phuchka-wala' counts his coins,
The road side hair-clip seller packs up his unsold bundle,
The night approaches!!
Streets full of peripatetic people,
Of philistine, poseur,lout,
Of paramour, pedantic, philanderer.
The malls ---- full of tired cash-collectors,
Day's sale -- enough to satisfy their pecuniary thirst.
The mendicants too retire,
In their mangy shelter.
Tilottama's physiognomy -- piebald;
But misnomers they are !!
The miasma covers us;
The obsidian replaces the alluvium.

Plutocracy reigns both;
The night approaches;
People rejoice;
Even the homeless thrives in Georgia's shade.

The night approaches;
I pall-- from plebeian matters;
Poignancy is just too much;
I fail to be phlegmatic;
I cannot but have to pinion;
In the darkness I see lurid on the mural.
Seconds of lull pass away.
No orifice, no panacea;
Nothing to indemnify;
The interregnum seems to last forever ;
My parched heart --- musty;
The missive of obituary remains;
Mired yet the peregrination continues;
Who can oust this spell ?
The night covers us !!!!!