to unbounded space blinked eyes
as kerosene lamp flickered
till the death of its light.
arteries of dirty lanes contained
high pitched howls of sauntering
mongrels, echoing like
a song, to the haunted souls.
in the midst of the howl and
the untamed wind, lives willed to
ground, to dusts of gravity till
sunlight claimed by half-hearted
wishes, pierced through thatch,
into their dreams.