Friday, January 29, 2016

Sunil Sharma- A Poem


Night sounds

Pack of strays roaming freely
Bared fangs,
Reclaiming the mid-night street
As a disputed territory
Barking,
Fangs bared,
Attacking lonesome pedestrian/s
Returning from work---perhaps
Or, a late party,
Snarling, biting, the dogs
Chase bikes
Mayhem.

Few drug addicts passed out
On the broken pavement
A sodium vapor lamp above
Illuminating the sunken faces and glassy eyes
Of the prostrate figures---exiled from the system.

A back-firing vehicle
Shaking the drowsy buildings,
Honking even if there is no need.
Disparate sounds that do not intermix
In any dulcet note/symphony.
High decibels, harsh
Heard by an insomniac straight out of
An epileptic Dostoevsky.

It is suburban Mumbai, 2.30 am.

Unsafe…like the London of Dickens
Or, of  Conan Doyle.
Real?
Sur-real,
This metro-setting?
See Baudelaire lurking in shadows.
How most cities resemble, more so, during nights!



Sunil Sharma
Principal, Bharat College, Mumbai Metropolitan Region, India
Writer | Critic | Editor | Freelance Journalist | Reviewer | Literary Interviewer
website: http://www.drsunilsharma.in/
http://about.me/drsunilsharma
Twitter: @drsunilsharma

LinkedIn: http://in.linkedin.com/in/drsharmasunil/
Skype: sunils2015
Link to recent publications: http://www.bharatcollege.in/recent-publications


2 comments:

  1. Sunil references and reflects on our urban myths in a
    difficult virtuosity of rhyming.

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  2. Thanks a lot dear B.Z.Niditch. You have grasped it so well.

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