hallow hamlet
O silent street! Alone at night.
Moon and stars come in sight.
The wind glides in quiet flaps
and then whistles through the gaps
of thresholds where gossips roam
and fill up the dried up foam.
A street lamp with a flickering eye,
a stranded man is wandering by;
light falls in his restless eyes
on seeing Moon, it too dies.
(Darkness envies every light
and Light fights with all his might.
Loud thumps of lonely boots,
stern gaze and owl's hoots,
nothing breaks Night's constancy—
the streets are full of Empty.)
rancid jetty
toxic sail