Twenty-Sixth January Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Brightness was falling from the air,
Like every evening from Elizabethan
Till now, the lone fruit-bat flying west,
Reflections of sky and advertising boards
Defining boundary of water-body by rail.

The young girl, utterly fair and healthy
Holds my attention for some time,
Till cell-phone of her handsome partner
Intrudes leaving her separated, morose.
Put out, I look down the skywalk into garden.

I see a woman playing with kids on haunches
With light from behind her falling into my eyes
Hiding her face and features. The young pair
In one corner seriously talking, with the boy
Looking elsewhere and the girl glued to his face.

Two small kids pass by gravely, the girl holding
The younger boy by the hand rightfully;
Today being our sixtieth republic day
The FM radio is patriotic, while I find us freely
Doing every corrupt thing, in equal measure!