My work, Poetry The midnight cowboy Date: November 29, 2011Author: Prasanna Babli 2 Comments The clock strikes one after midnight Cool breeze flutters down the isolated street Whistles of the old pot bellied cop unheard The dogs howl in anger by the unpleasant noise. A stranger walks on his toe, unabashed There is a buoyant yet secluded thought Unwary of his intentions, the soldier marches Every heartbeat a thunder in a terrific storm. The clock strikes half hour past midnight Silent whispers by a care starved woman Demands of an abnormal meeting in the dark A concern for the stranger and a worry for the woman. The winter cold makes a merry of the running nose A murky world of intangible love revolves in space Deja Vu it is for the stranger who now is a hero Sober to things around alive, a determined stroll. In the shadows of the midnight moonlit sky The stranger briskly walks eluding the guards For the princess of his imagination awaits in distress The clock strikes one after midnight. A prisoner by choice they unite in pandemonium Tears in solitude, a grim reminder of the cause The line is drawn between the unsung protagonists Cause attributed to the society; the clock strikes one! Share thisClick to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Have you ever been awake at 1’O Clock….???
Back when I was young, I did sleep only during day!!