Standing alone at one end of the street
Is nerve wrecking;
Staring from nowhere to nothingness
Chills my spine.
It seems the sky and the earth have slept
Together with the lanes;
Those far fetched dreams have evaded me
Even slept are my destinations.
Time surrenders, day surrenders,
I stare nonchalantly at the burning lights
Of the city streets wanderers.
When nemesis decides to intervene
When fortune plays its flute
The last is the front runner.
I’ll keep wandering the streets
With my head held high;
To see every dark cloud with a silver lining,
A rising sun after this night.
Copyright: DrNikhat Bano
All rights reserved, October 2017.