Quiet becomes the night when lights dim
as the day’s labour is done.
Would a drink pamper the tired limbs?
A cafe breathes on a cobbled stone street-
Just across jingles a two-men band
with a guitar and steel drums,
and I, with a cold beer in hand.
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The poem has depicted a vivid picture- thanks Rahul for sharing.
Thanks Lokesh. Glad you liked it.
Eloquent and neatly understated. In keeping with Rahul’s inimitable style , this poem has the quality of a holiday snapshot about it ; saying much more than contained in the scope of the narrative.
Thanks so much, Louis. As always, your ability to dissect is amazing, and even more impressive is doing it consistently over number of years. Great work.