Lame Goodbye
LAME GOODBYE
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
like all the years that went before
the whole city seemed to throng en masse
in the sparkling Park street drawn by its lure.
In the translucent sky of the congealed night
the stars had all faded away in the glow galore
of the dazzling neons on the walkway bright.
Radiant faces glowed in joy of the night before.
Flowing out of endless stream of jostling crowd
in a bar my friend and I sought out a corner cozy.
Under the spell of flashing lights and music loud
counting the pegs shooting the head wasn’t easy.
Landing on wrong steps while going out elevated
I slipped, tinsel street turned dust, filled my eye.
With the bruised mind and a fractured leg on bed
I painfully bade that Christmas a lame goodbye.
November 27, 2018
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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