It was Dusk
By VED PRAKASH SARIN
It
was dusk.
Strange
enough
In a dusky
street
A dog
Ribbed
Waited
outside–
Near a
gutter–
A butcher’s
shop.
The butcher
burnt an earthen lamp
With a
steady glow,
With a
steady flame.
is Life
waited on Death
of And Death
lit life.