Now many have started telling me
They’ve seen me somewhere
They don’t remember it for sure
But I believe them they don’t lie.
Of late I’ve a feeling that bothers me
I find the same persons again and again
Inside the coach of a train
or while passing through a subway.
I see the same sun rising even now
But lackluster, nasty, and malignant
Rising to set and that’s the ultimate
It’s darkness—and darkness for life's sake!
Now more of them whiz past me
Daring to follow them
I can’t do that now
I’m just a mongrel, homeward.
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A. N. Nanda