The Fevered Nights of Hyderabad
Walking with dad in the new city
The Fevered Night
The unrelenting LEDs color
The twilight a slivery blue
The leaves of the Cesalpinia
Tired after a day of ingesting light
Screech in frightful hugs
An untimely assault
On their nightly respite
Forced to stare, eyelids trapped open
The lampposts stuck right in their midst
All night long
Crouching to imagined shadows of darkness to rest their heaving stomata
It just doesn’t stop
The folks of the town walk past them
fevered up
on the go
They take the glitter of the sun and
The earth’s bowels
And stick it in their eyes
On their hands, into their mouths and
soft bellies
Shiny sweat streaming for their labors
They ran the stars to the ground
You can’t find one around
Anymore
In the sky ablaze with the white fire
Avaricious photon filled days and nights
Gold and dirt claws onto their skin
Gasoline fumes its way deep into lungs
The smoothened grit of a silicon screen
Laps at the eyelids
Acid scrapes the insides of throats
Screams of leaves smothered by honks
brush past earlobes
Haggard faces, hearts and wombs
Stagger past under the vanquished night sky
The coolness of the
moon ungazed at, slips away
