Treasure Island

Prabhakar Subramaniam


Night Watchman


The night needs watching

For what it hides

For what it reveals

The odd crow

Looks for a new tree

To roost

An owl goes hunting

Its big wings

Glinting in the street light

Not far from the police station

Men who want to be women

Strike seductive poses

Looking for custom

In the darkness

The feet traverse years

And miles in a trice

Stand before the forsaken god

Asking the same questions

Then tell him, desperate

Now, it's too late

Inside the room

As the fan whirls

Unsecured papers stir

Complain of sleeplessness

Point fingers at the noise

Of unhappy thoughts

It is the watchman's transistor

That is wide awake

Chatting, singing

Scaring away intruders

Submitted: Friday, July 11, 2014
Edited: Friday, July 11, 2014

Do you like this poem?
1 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Topic(s): night

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Night Watchman by Prabhakar Subramaniam )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..
[Hata Bildir]