Days are dull, empty
But no so the nights
As the watchman whistles
And strikes the pole thrice.
This way he flashes
That way he lashes
Sometime he smokes and coughs
Sometime he himself laughs.
The field is walled head high
No thief, no raider nearby
So what does he watch?
A palm tree tall, and
Weaver birds’ nests all.
Why do we ask why?
It’s so simple
He is a watchman
And his duty is to watch.
A tightly knit economy of words that compresses space and time and suffuses them with existential angst.
Humbled dear sir, thank you.
A delightful,insightful.and thought-provoking poem.
Humbled dear sir. Much appreciated,
Simply great!
The poem strikes the hearts of the reader with humour and carries a climax.
“No thief, no raider nearby
So what does he watch?
A palm tree tall, and
Weaver birds’ nests all.
Why do we ask why?
It’s so simple
He is a watchman
And his duty is to watch.”
The Watchman, a symbol of one’s inner eye. The poem gives beautiful message of observing the things that simply exists. This poem is gonna be in my favourite ones’ lists.
Humbled dear poet. Happy that you like it. Stay safe, stay blessed.
Grammatically , I would prefer “ not so the nights “ to “ no so the nights “
The poem focuses on dead habit as opposed to real alertness of a watchman
Humbled dear mam. Possibly you misunderstood the poem. Here watchman is not alert, and that is why i write this poem. If he is duty bound i never pen it. ❤