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.
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