A night in the streets of Imphal

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The streets of Imphal are empty by night

enveloped in sullen darkness and quite,

broken intermittently only by glaring lights

of the vehicles that dare to take flight

in such ghostly hour of the night,

where only the gun totting dim wits show their might

without a care of what is wrong or right,

or the intoxicated drunks who show their plight

of their intellect numbed by the fiery fluid,

and there I was squatting on a height

trying to create magic from such a night.

Well  that sure does rhyme …… ha ha ha.