Strange ‘tis,
Walking in the rain
The path to your home
Headlights behind you.

Bent poles, dangling cables-
A myriad of carelessness.
The darkness, the wetness-
You are almost in the ditch.
Wailing hawkers, haggling buyers-
Indifferent to sounds’ enveloping pitch.

On the day’s deathbed, the blackness
Thickens then comes quietness.
What’s left for today is a mess
Dirt: dumped cans, polythene bags, junk
All aspiring to be the foundation
Of our tomorrow’s environment.