It Is Dead Of Night

It is dead of night and

Blocks begin to de-light!

A fleeting relief!

Same corner, same table,

Same talks, same laughs.

Same men, same women.

Same girls, same boys.

Same streets, same malls,

Same faces, same thanks.

Same blares, same demands,

Same crowds, same yells.

Same poets, same readings,

Same followers, same clamours.

Same leaders, same promises,

Same butchers, same goats, same pigs.

Same alleys, same women,

Same bargains, same bliss.

A dog barks, a child cries,

Bats screech, winds howl.

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About Sid

Abu Siddik is an Assistant Professor in English at Plassey College, Nadia,West Bengal. He is a bilingual author, editor, critic, poet, and storyteller and has been published in India and abroad. He has three critical books: Representation of the Marginalized in Indian Writings in English (Falakata College Cell, 2015), Misfit Parents in Faulkner’s Select Texts (Authorspress, 2015), Banglar Musolman (Sopan, 2018), and two books of poems: Whispering Echoes (Authorspress, 2020), Rugged Terrain (Authorspress, 2020). For more please visit him at

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