As The Evening Meets The Dark Poem by ratnaprabha raykar

As the evening meets the dark

mysteries of night turn deeper

bats and owls turn up their antennae

so do the vices of the world


The drunkard and the beggar don different roles

they turn kings with their bottle of hooch

their dose of hooch erases the boundary between them

young rag pickers slip into worlds unknown

with a tube of whitener

broken corex bottles tell another story



the painted butterfly lingers around

waiting for its prey

the prey creeps sheepishly

the deal is struck and sealed



I shudder to think of vices more vile

as I lie ensconced in the warmth of my home

the hearth made warmer by the love of my kin

Almighty my state is your dole







Ratnaprabha r raykar