Night at Nine

As I walk down winding dark lanes
The time is night –the hour is nine
My vision seemed to blur and fade
The muscles of my back groan and ache

The shadows seem long and feary
Every nook & corner dark and eerie
I walk quickly past cars parked
On a Sunday night…only dogs barked.

Was it tears that pricked my eyes I wonder?
How silly of me.. to sorrow surrender.
At worser times I have never bucked under
Yet in silence and loneliness, emotions do blunder..

No hand to hold, this careworn should’”
No words to ease the pain unfold..
No friend to offer a lift back home.
As I wait for an auto, all on my own..

Is it respite I want? I ask my soul..
..an ease from my burdens that has taken its toll?
Can momentary gloom be allowed to bloom?
Can petty sorrows block the joys of the ‘morrow?

Can pride & prejudice together rule you?
Can passion and possession take hold of you?
Can workplace tension dissolve your spirit?
Can commonplace humans run down your merit?

Can a lack of resources come in the way …
..of savouring the simple sweet joys of everyday?
Oh tiredness and fatigue..do run away..!!
One night’s rest…and I should be ready to play!

For muscles though they ache..my backbone its very straight
And heart though it yearns..the spirit ..it strongly governs..
An irrepressible humour..a strong independent streak..
A compassion for fellow beings –helps me at times like these..