A grey stratus cloud churned with silver
Overhangs a breezy evening market lane
With interpersed puddles in the bustle
That are barely visible in the veiled moonlight
And a splash to erupt from anywhere
The usual caution is strangely missing tonight
As we stand huddled to get drenched
Drowsy after a late evening mild drink
We rush slowly to the parked car
It is lost in the crowded place
Scampering amidst frenzy of night
We finally return from a fews hours
That are dripping in a dry drizzle.
Noida
00.30 hrs
2341
19.3.26
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