One Dark Night

Stealthy and slow as I go

into the darkest of the dark night

gingerly set my foot on the flow

of starry pipe dreams I sight

Mother was right!

the luxury for which I fight

at the end of the rainbow it is

perched on the clouds above

making me stand on tiptoe

mocking at my height

Stealthy and slow as I go

ahead into the darkest path

storming out of the moral-dust

that never settled for us

Us! the ragged-rotten class

for whom breathing easy is denied

if not known to a dignified life

then not needed to die dignified

Mother was wrong!

luxury of wealth may not we be destined for

but our right for life cannot be moralized

on the basis of what the wealthy practise

they struggle for money, we struggle for life

Stealthy and slow as I go

for something I couldn’t score

for something I couldn’t snatch

but the darkness tonight

aided me to steal

before someone could catch

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