In the midnight <br />An irate dog barks fervently <br />At the innocuous watchman <br />Weakened by the growth of age. <br />He carries a gaunt body, <br />Little better than a scare crow. <br />But still he whistles with his flappy cheeks <br />Assuring the dwellers <br />Or, may be, himself. <br /> <br />A little later <br />Some unknown man.......Obviously old, <br />Coughs copiously... <br />As if clearing his throat <br />Or disturbing the silence. <br />He repeats it every night, <br />Almost at the same time, <br />Reminding the time <br />To those who remain lost in their thoughts. <br /> <br />And I - <br />Anxiously absorb the various sounds <br />Floating in the aura- <br />The whistle of the watchman, <br />The barking of the dog, <br />The oldman's cough- <br />That stab the silence of my room. <br />These nice noises fill my night <br />As if they are an indespensable part <br />Of my daily routine, <br />Which I, simply, cannot escape...<br /><br />Debasish Mishra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delhi-nights/
