when the play came to an end
at last the lights switch off
The curtain closes on the podium

to night, the city under the firmament
folded as a black blanket
congregation of the stars in the sky
wind chants melody tunes a lullaby
The streets lights guarding like a hawk

In palm tree-like houses
They embrace dreams
in their azure dreams
It that black dark night
The silence is also frightening.

This city for me now
peeps it as a blackboard
the pedagogue erased characters
for next day class