Approaching the Night

The fog delays alighting; Suddenly I appear in that street. the moon tries to peep out of the well The wind chases a song all over the street. As if some stranger I am watched uneasily. A bunch of dogs come swimming and get buried in the gaps of fence. Losing consciousness chaos escape the memory. Rain that went past me reaching the street-corner where I stood was returning. Despite closing skilfully dog’s tail wags outside imagination. The eyes of some passing across hang me, who they had carried away, upon a tree. Slipping off the hands of those dragging me Night has fallen down. Better to lose even those things carefully guarded and go searching for them in his company. With many a moment of imagination turning blurred I am left in a dense jungle directionless. Behind the staircase, cowardly feet were stealthily Climbing. I am forcibly evicted from the Night of few minutes. These do not take place in just one night.