The Evening Sets In
to occupy spaces
left behind on the sea beach
by the feet dragging
children of home-work minded
parents,
the evening comes
fluttering with the sea candle
to the sea beach
comfortably carried over the head
by
the paani-puri wallah,
the evening,
comes too to the sea shore,
as the invisible chaperon,
with young lovers
walking in hand-in-hand,
to a place behind a small rock,
silently thanksgiving
for
driving the naughty day light
out of the space
meant for crabs, sands, snails
and
the escaping lovers.
..atp..
12.04.2008
poem by Samyak Jain
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