The Park Poem by Bharati Diggikar

The Park

The park,
Looks so different after dark.

And becomes another one
In the sun.
Colors, blossoms, fun.
People having faces
Smiles and grimaces
Brisk-walking women
And children, children, children!

This is a carnival, sings a beggar
Playing his banjo in a corner.
Plants and trees
Celebrating breeze.

This park,
Is so different after dark.
These side-ways,
Now unveiled by the rays
Look so somber
In the night's chamber
Plants, passers-by, shapes subdued
Merging with my own silhouette
We become One, a chorus deep
Touching the strings of wakeful sleep
Travelling deeper diving high
In the star-writ night sky.
Listening to each other's soliloquy,
Park, me, things that be.

-Bharati Diggikar