The Poverty of the Night

When the sun goes down She comes to town Gazing all around Yet no one has found fireflies lit the darkest night cry of cricketers in their hideouts, break the silence at night. Her hope chased every Nook and corner Her gaze sets on a shadow Emerged between an ill-lit alley They whispered to each other Both souls met together Laughter and groans Echoed the darkest aisles He bid farewell Just with a coin And a half a loaf of bread he had She got mad and felt so sad for both Toss the bread on her feeble mom’s plate tears pouring down Empty belly roaring She retires to bed with a sob.