Streets Of Solitude - Poem by Sahana Mukherjee
Last breaths of life pass away
From dingy shades of dark rooms.
Pracedented yet unseen
By the multitude.
The city sleeps in despondence.
The drenched, marshy streets of solitude.
Scraps of paper and posters
Fall and wither.
Weary and musty the days go by;
A chain of sudden events,
Upon the streets of solitude.
Sounds of cherubim-faced spirits
Play in the dirt,
Drenched in the rain,
The city cherishes them.
At the streets of solitude.
Then a sudden sympathy, as
For a sleeping babe
When morning awakens and shines upon her face,
With the sleeping streets of solitude.
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