tonight, I picture myself in the middle of the busy late-night streets
counting blue cars, couples huddled under red umbrellas
and freemen marching towards home, captured and tortured by daylight labor
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Tonight | A poem
कविताWhy does the river choose to flow at night? Why does the clock tick backwards when it's past bedtime? Would it still be called daydreaming, if I thought about it at night? Tonight, I wish I was asleep. ...
Part 4: counting blue cars
tonight, I picture myself in the middle of the busy late-night streets
counting blue cars, couples huddled under red umbrellas
and freemen marching towards home, captured and tortured by daylight labor