The Dark Streets Poem by Abhishek Jandial

The darkness of my street
ester few memories in my eyes.
while I'm walking with my shadow..
while I'm talking with my shadow.
The darkness comes in new facet
A heavenly feeling after sunset.
where many and many are buried.
where many and many are worried.
Moon from there projects a charming look
A hidden calmness in the sounds of the brook.
The prayer from mosque pure the nature.
My happiest time is spent there
This darkness may belongs to my mind
or may to the streets of the sunblind.