Where are the Folks?

Where are the folks?

Street is deserted and dull,

Shops some gutted,

Some shuttered.

Where are the birds

That sway on these electric loops?

Where is the shoe-shine boy

Who smiles and shines my shoes

At that corner?

Where are the fruit sellers

Who sit by the wall of this gold showroom

And shout?

The air is heavy,

Smoke smouldering

Burnt tyres and bamboo poles

Scattered, diffused at my step.

An uneasy calm

Lulls the city to sleep!

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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 www.abusiddik.com

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