Mid Day. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Mid-Day.

The day is about to slither out,
And dawn on America.
The night is kissing Newyork good bye.
Mumbai is meeting it's jilted lover,
The calm of a days end.
A man reading,
Keenly, gazing.
At the days magazine.
Mid Day.
I am not sure what he reads,
The twitch of his perspiring forehead,
Bushy eyes, drilled down,
I realise,
He wants the mid day mate,
In the dead of the night.

A poem by Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.