Glopowrimo 22
A sonnet : City at Night
City girl am I without a shred of doubt
A life lived in high rise apartment blocks
Childhood memories of nights eating out
Chinese South Indian Italian all the works
Parents believed in entertaining folks
Night times were spent in park street restaurants
Or rolls from corner shop at home with coke
To this day I'm a jolly bon vivant
The streets at night to sleep were defiant
Hustle- bustle the name of urban games
On the corner shop we were reliant
For the last loaf of bread we always came.
City nights spent in backseats of dad's cars
Sleeping oblivious to the glow of stars.
(c) Amrita Valan 2018
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