The Night Watch Man

The Night Watchman

Gurdip Singh Bhamra

Solitary he walks through the barren streets
at the dead of night, When everybody is busy
enjoying his dreams and lost to sleep.

He walks alone,
all by himself,
stomping his foot
against the hardness of street,
he measures the width
of his shadow that changes its shape with every stride.

Wind does not shake his footsteps,
Nor does Rain dampen his spirit
Cold can not put out the fire in his steps
that keep him moving up and down,

Up and down, round and round
Beat to beat, in the streets hour and hour
minute and minute, he watches the rows of
mansions and towers, cars and bikes
parked in lanes, he watches and watches.

As he walks, he watches them all
He watches his own little house in the hills,
his mother and his child, the mother of the child
He watches the dreams in their eyes too,
This dispels the sleep from his eyes.

And it keeps him awake all through the night.