The Nightwatchman

Back in the other land,
(the land of Ganjas and the gods)
there is a mountain where the men graze.
There is a river where the blood melts and the snow flows.

There's also a small hut,
where the old man puffs,
where the women relentlessly cry,
where the goats bleed.

In the younger times,
the boy roamed about during the sun's reign.
Now,
parades the narrow alleys,
when there stars rule with the
monotonous tune.

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of stick,the pointed cap and the whistle,
and the ironical torch.

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The eerie company of the night,
changes its colours.
It's sweaty,wet sometimes and is comfortably chilly.
The stars grin with a white shine.

The cracks at the post,
runs after the dogs.
He doesn't realize,
his heart burns.

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The two circles of smoke,
smothers in the blue air,
and unites somewhere
in the vast blue-white unity.

He picks up the half done bidis,
our old man prepares his own puff.

They offered loads for his sister,
but he did not give up smile,
for red tears.

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The silvery wrap of the moon,
creates a magnificent illusion.
The stick becomes a bewitched wand.
A wand that kills the night.
The whistle forms an eerie call,
the call of the wild.
The rotten call.

The pariahs turn into,
howling and bleeding wolves.
The houses , the angry buildings,
convert to monsters of today.

The blunt faced man,
becomes a royal guard.

There are several kings that repose.

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In the confused land,
tears wipe tears.
Cannabis consoles the heart.

Something was cheaper than water.

The other boy is growing up,
a shameful town is gearing up.

It's a tale of grit and self-proclaimed,
glory.

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The petty thief is never caught,
eludes each try.

He was caught on one black day.
New moon night.
The night watchman wasn't there on duty.

The next night saw another boy,
magician.
From the same land.

The land of untold mysteries,
land of told complexities.
where hell and heaven is the same place,
where the men are not the citizens.