'Silence of The Evenings'

"And some evenings
I'll walk down the streets
All alone
Of the city that nurtured me
Treating it's own
Shadows to follow by
On the boulevard
That heard the loudest denial cry.
Wait,
Someone sent me a spy
To take care
Until I fly; and
Not to lie, To
Those Caring Eye(s)
That would not bear
Those never said 'heartfelt Goodbye's'.
More to the night's conversations
With the close of eyes
Those sung lullaby
And I revisit us for one more time
And we Walk Down the Street
For that 'last' Clock Time"

- Pushkin Channan