A  PAGE OF A DARK NOVEL

Walking alone down the dark street
He returns his shack for safe retreat (?)
This relief but he fails to share
To face his wife’s ice-cold stare.

Using a good many stammering phrase
He brews a story of cock and bull
Sighs he clutching this worn-out tool
Alas! She does not burst into rage.

Now he  stops before crowded cot
In their sleep
The half starved sons
Probably dream for full- belly dawn.

Thus is ended another page
Of his long story ‘INSIDE CAGE’.

     JOURNEYER

So many occasions he has been bled
By the nails of  noosing hand
So many Mirage vanishing water
Offered him only sand.
He knows he is lonely bird
Coming out stormy night.
He is also aware of
Forthcoming cruel bites.
Still he sticks at  navigate
Through  sightless dense mist.
Tomorrow is not date for him
 packing up his tryst.
Tired as his eyes still it kindles its glow
Even before at verge of  nor-ester-blow.
He has his self-chosen way
To see him as  an odd.
To enjoy the given life
Before resting  as a clod.

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