A Busy Street At Midnight
It was after a Friday late-night show
Waiting on the sidewalk to go home.
Waiting more than half an hour
Increased my worries as the crowd became thinner.
A busy street! long black deserted and sleek
So different to look at midnight!
Stretched almost straight and then
Bent to be lost in invisibility
Made it so feminine and mystic!
The hole day so much load and traffic it bears
Instantly reminded me the tired face of my mother!
I felt to embrace her and wish let her take
Sleep rest of the night, undisturbed by any invader.
Feeling became so vivid and vibrate in me
That street remained no more street
Nor even my mother,
It absorbed intensely with me!
I forgot my impatience or worries,
And what for I was waiting!
Until my daughter’s voice startled me, Mom!’
Holding the opened door of ‘cab
Looking back I slipped silently
In the cab that that rolled towards home
Nor through the road
But sliding on my supra -sensuous being!.
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