The Mute City Night | Poem
The Mute City Night
The night roars in its mute voice!
City walks;
city sleeps;
city makes love,
and city murders.
The night roars in its mute voice!
City lies on the footpath
amid the mist and fog
that might clog
the soul’s movement.
The night roars in its mute voice!
City is sad;
city will rejoice.
Let the night roar in its mute voice…
We all know behind that roar
what rests
is the spineless body
that cannot move an inch
and the life halts where it is
where it was
and where it’s destined to be!
You might be sad knowing all
or you might be happy.
Alok Mishra
(In Delhi, at 1 AM)