Pack of strays roaming freely
Reclaiming the mid-night street
As a disputed territory
Attacking lonesome pedestrian/s
Returning from work---perhaps
Or, a late party,
Snarling, biting, the dogs
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.
See Baudelaire lurking in shadows.
How most cities resemble, more so, during nights!
Principal, Bharat College, Mumbai Metropolitan Region, India
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