Dark Sides Of The Night... Poem by munaph patel

Dark sides of the night...

Ash tray is full...
Searching for an answer,
In the dark sides of the night...
I dunno whom to ask...

Cigarette count is on...
I step out of the door...
Street dogs are barking,
The road is is empty in the midnight...
I dunno where to go...

I am alone on the path...
I could see the unseen sides...
Where the sex workers are trying to abide...
I am walking alone in the dark sides of the night...

I could see the night watch men,
Asking for a ‘beedi’ to the other men...
I can also see the police men bribing,
To the men who’s drunk n driving...

I am deep down in my thoughts,
Thinking what was the reason...
Some people are awake,
And some other are not getting sleep,
In the dark sides of the night...

Some body is thinking about their love,
And some are worrying about the lost love...
I dunno what’s so in them to think...
Even I’m thinking,
About the dark sides of the night...

Some are thinking about what they have...
And some about What they don’t have...
They think about all the aspects...
They don’t about the nice sleep...
I am thinking about the night...

I was crossing by the slum...
People are sleeping on the streets,
No worry, no tension...
They think about the day...
I’m thinking about the dark sides of the night...

People out their at ‘Bungalow’,
are planning how to build an other ‘Bungalow’...
Even they are awake, how to save...
They think during the night, spend it in tensions...
I have just crossed a bungalow in the dark night...