Streets Poem by Ananya Guha

Streets are lonely
as taking turn towards
eternity, they see lights
and stamp out nights.
Streets are war horses
and stones tattle on paths
streets gravel eyed, cemented
discern monsters one or two eyed.

Streets open out into unwavering folly
who knows
who are there?
24 hours in a day?
Streets host cats, dogs and men
as howling dogs watch ominously.
Go to streets when lonely depraved or mad
you will know how to feel sad,
in plaintive song
streets are inward telling
of calling, in midst of who we are
where.
Streets.