Those headlights afar…
Look like eyes of a monster
gaining up on me
Scurry like a rat out of its way girl
did you really think this is your city?
You’re not Cinderella to be out till 12
let not the darkness set its eyes on you as well
The moon in this city
makes wolves of all
Any walk is loiter
when it’s after nightfall.
Why put in danger too
your knight in shining armour
The biggest crime in this city
is your public ardour
The provocations of your presence
removes masks off men
Why don’t you stay
in that coach in the front-end?
Not for you is the street’s nightly breeze
From walled compounds romance the night all you please
(A small poem on how it feels to be out after dark in this city)