Night-Wind Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Night-Wind
The sentinels in the streets
Blow their noses.
Nearly mid-night.
The light of torches manifest
The distant century
And the distant time.
Houses and humans sleep.
Wise owls
Eye with red eyes
The pikes moving
Of moving sentinels
To and fro
Contemplate and
Calculate
On the cyclicalities of
life
of Earth.
Irrespective of new dawns
Irrespective
Of Venuses coming out
From the eye-dazzling
Seashells.
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