Midnight
All alone in this street
Gazing at the glimpses
In reflection of myself
Within my dormant shadows.
Then I stop amidst the lane
Body drenched in the light
From these nocturnal lamps
Feeling the warmth of the heat.
Then I stare at the moon
Which is same as the other day
Incandescent Cresent and luminous
Reminiscing our good old times.
If these Street lights could speak
They would have so many stories
to narrate,
Stories of laughter and tears
Stories of love and lust
Stories of their tragedic past
Of how they turned into dust and rust.
If these Street lights could ever speak.
Copyright © Shiva Anand | Year Posted 2019
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