Night cop’sradio
All of a sudden she seeps out of his mind.
He reminds himself of the utter helplessness.
She, a flower so delicate and his fingers
never dare to pluck her, only the air-touch.
His desperate lungs grab for air. The night
enters with nippy fragrances. It opens
his inner wounds and bruises afresh. City night.
He is just a cop. A cop. It is his night turn.
His back is resting on his van. A cigar
is dangling from the corner of his dry lips.
The mist rises out of the open gutters.
The feasting mice do not care anymore
of the cautions or men around. Running about.
He thinks of her as she would have been shrieking,
screaming scared at the sights,- mice, tramps, pimps
hobos with tuberculosis, thieves and thick mists.
He is just a night cop with a dream of a girl.
And then his radio mumbles, “Riot at 5th.”
A sigh is released. He adjusts his cap. Shall he live…?
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 50
Very well written as always, Poddar.
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
I think you mean "into" instead of "out of" in the first line.
I love the ending, it pretty much sums up, the life of all cops.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Wonderful piece. Your voice is true my friend.
Thanks for posting to The Outhouse Wall
cool. thanks for sharing this.
Good that you are awre to be on road gained for us Kushal !!!
Bravo!
"He is just a night cop with a dream of a girl." for the Dream Depths Members.
Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
I just wanted to say I am finally going through what is now under 5,500 pieces of gather new mail that is in my inbox on here. So with that in mind I have finally come to a piece of mail that was addressed to me in regards this article submission you have created to share with the gather community. Thank you for taking the time and sharing your piece with us here at gather. :o)
And I hope you have a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)