A ‘Lone Poem

The moon of Guru Purnima silver the sky, starless dark azure

A procession carrying Sai Baba picture in a palanquin–

Walk down the street; the men were chanting his name

The road is lazily busy as the Sunday evening is.

I look at the distance sky and feel the vastness

Closing my eyes & deeply dragging the cigarette.

A calmness brush me, actually the late evening breeze,–

Warm but pleasant; it had been clouded in the afternoon.

The savageness of the city life seems to be vanished

As I let the hollow of the mundane life to enchant me.