Last night

Posted on December 11, 2007
Filed Under >Muslim Rizvi, Poetry
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by Muslim Rizvi

Last night it was thunder
Lightning and rain
In the city’s suburbs
In a dark lonely lane
It’s the edge of the night
And the nascent sunlight
Is searching for way
To make it a day
Clouds that surround
Are scattering away
Less grievous, relieved
With a heart void of fear
Of far and of near
Having shed every tear
The last falling drops
from the shades of the shops
on a torn x-ray sheet
in the side of the street
makes music so queer
so bitter so sweet

In a dump just nearby
some old tins rattle
two starved dogs fight
and one flees from the battle
Drenched and cold
It limps all the way
Towards a little girl
Sleeping a few feet away
In a dark wet corner
With her head on a rock
Beneath the dripping shelter
Over the sidewalk
A sweet little child
Alone in the wild
Out all alone
All on her own
Lost in the riots
So wet and so cold
With no one beside her
And no one to hold
Some dust and some tears
Smeared on her face
And an old school bag
Left in her embrace
The dog comes to her
Smelling it’s way
Smells her a while
And then walks away
Last night it was thunder
Lightning and rain.

Photo Credits belong to Abro

9 responses to “Last night”

  1. Pervaiz Munir Alvi says:

    A very nice poem Mr. Muslim Rizvi.

  2. Rafay Kashmiri says:

    universal misery

    @ In France we have 30 thousands shelter -less
    sleep in the open every day. Paris Region and periphery.
    The gypsi way of living has degraded with a leap down wards
    no return. Misery has galloped every where in the world.

  3. Naseer says:

    It is nice- but requires a lot of corrections-
    Take on a Ustad if you really want to pursue.
    It will help for more serious undertakings.
    A good thing to read.
    REgards
    Naseer

  4. whole LOTA love says:

    misery painted in words, truly captivating.

    it reminded me of Neil youngs lines,

    I see a woman in the night
    With a baby in her hand
    Under an old street light
    Near a garbage can
    Now she puts the kid away, and she’s gone to get a hit
    She hates her life, and what she’s done to it
    There’s one more kid that will never go to school
    Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.

  5. Aadil says:

    The tragedy of our times encompassed in a captivating manner.

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