A Busy Street at Midnight


It was after a Friday late-night show
Waiting on the sidewalk to go home.
Waiting more than half an hour
Increased my worries as the crowd became thinner.
A busy street! long, black, deserted and sleek
So different to look at midnight!
Stretched almost straight and then
Bent to be lost in invisibility
Made it so feminine and mystic!
The whole day so much load and traffic it bears--
Instantly reminded me the tired face of my mother!
I felt embracing her to wish let her
Sleep rest of the night undisturbed by any invader.
It became so vivid and vibrating in me
That street remained no more street,
Nor even my mother,
It aligned intensely with me!
I forgot my impatience or worries,
And what for I was waiting!
Until my daughter's voice startled me, "Mom!"
Holding the opened door of a cab.
Looking back, I slipped silently
In the cab that rolled towards home
Not through the road--
But sliding on my supra-sensuous being!

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I was born and brought up in India. Bengali is my mother tongue. I completed my master degree in philosophy from Calcutta University in 1964. I am a retired teacher. I moved to NYC with my daughter in 2011. I continue my passion of writing poetry, memories, articles on different issues. Within a few months of arriving I joined at Poets @ St. Paul gathering, in the Cathedral Church, just opposite to my building. My journey to write poetry in English started under the guidance of the pastor who used to give themes and topics for writing every month. At the beginning it was hard to find proper words I needed for my verse. "Focus on an idea, and not on words"--this advice hooked me. Within three to four months poetry began to spring out like a fountain from the heart. Language was no barrier! "A Busy Street at Midnight" is self revealing--a visual photograph of my thoughts, doesn't require any introduction. But to enter the contest, I had to drop a few lines without distorting the theme and form of the poem. I consider it as literary cosmetic surgery!