City Lights

 Every evening, she feebly tries

To hide the bruises and scars

Flashes colours bright

To paint happiness all over her body

To dazzle in neon lights.

But at midnight if you try, you can hear

The wailing city praying for mercy

While all her pains burn in a holy pyre.

The city men roam like ghosts

With faces emotionless and hasty

They run into one another, they halt, they fall

Stops not for a moment

Their pace matching with ticking clock.

Words they say doesn’t sustain

Like blowing wind they never wait

Like a poor player, they strut and fret

Some leave without a trace

Some leave scars behind.

The City creeps into shadow as night falls

Her lights turn blind.

Words have fallen apart

She yields to silence- some solace to find.