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The monsoons had blessed them, The holes in the
plastic could tell you that,
Had the gods tried
to flaunt their might,
Or was it natural,
just another night.
Building
across the street quenched its thirst,
The kids
had a new friend to meet,
Its prisoners
greeted the fascinating sight,
Or was it
routine, just another night.
The urchin on the
footpath was dying of hunger,
His mother gave
him a solitary bread,
He dropped it mistakenly,
and a dog won the fight,
Was it painful
or just another night.
The party across
the street was in full cry,
The drains hogged
the chicken fried,
Owner’s dog was
called and offered few bites,
Was it a habit,
just another night.
He tried to cross
the street hurriedly,
But was luckily
knocked off by a rich man’s kid,
The dead body went
there and the car the other side,
It was just an
accident, just another night.
Operation something
they called, a cleanliness drive,
Bulldozers were
called and footpaths cleared,
The other side
slept but this one cried,
Beauty arrived
on just another night.
Chachu (17/7/98)
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