Somewhere In The Night
Somewhere the night is hiding
a stranger,
In despair street,
where lonely voices andtravellers meet,
Half the cities slumbering in this midnight's progress,
grandeur seeking troubled authenticities
and identities,
night's grippings of the lonely faces of man,
the slumbering houses, not hearing their hate plaintive expletives detached and unaffected,
While their brains slowly planned mayhems,
The City unconsciously slept on.
While deathwish is a capable cocoon
The gun stores are selling the bullets,
It's never too loud or traumatizing,
Shocking to hatched a plot for death and distructions,
And relatives to witness their dead aftermaths, cousins to grieve for with songs and prayers,
and lighting candles,
bringing these flowers and prayers to the crime scene,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully articulated. Interesting reading