And
in
the city ( Guardian)
I have seen
mermaids in Literature :
And in the city
where the locale
Immersed in dovetails
of
dark
and light ,
calm and crowd
in
select places
, no mermaid like
sisters
or dancing beauty
now:
wind blows
as cops
in their
duty bound
rounds: as usual
ambulance
cleave their way
with
the pulsating heart beat
inside
the hurrying, vie
with God’s dictum: They
are doing
their duty. Nights
smell of tea,
smokes
and cigar
from afar.
Silent over many a
venue:
Yet
night watchmen and
night shows
tick tick their roles. In
some
Silence gnaws
; know
not
What for.
Wind sings back.
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