Outing Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

A smiley moon greets us
When we step out on the roof
To resume our evening walk
The lone bat is out from its hangout
Its wings slowly beat the lingering light away
Heads are seen on most terraces
With faces partially lit by mobiles
The feet must be tracing eight on the floor
The way the light moves across the decks
Our phones are resting on the parapet
Hoping no calls would come to stall
The sacred hour, when all thoughts walk away
And the mind seems to know the ways of silence.