The following are my thoughts on a late night walk, The poem is called:
Montreal Night Stroll
When I shut the big wooden door behind
I knew that I had hit a fateful time
At an early hour lost to darkened streets
There at the mercy of Kali's unique treats
An explorational stroll then began
Down Rue Ontario where each man
And woman take to omnibus night vibrations
Of gross and sensuous sensations
Indifferent I am to the objects about
When some take to the bottle and shout
And others take to ganja, more calm
Quite far from chanting the name Ram
Sentiment is triggered of sections of the past
I'm glad I moved out of there fairly fast
What could be more pleasant in my now safety zone
When I have my beads and also my phone
A sole cricket makes a sound, an omen perhaps
It is tucked away in some clump of grass
It was saying, "Go back to bed and do it now
I know you are chanting, keeping to your vow!"
Gratitude overwhelmed me, thanks to guru
Spared me from being a party animal dude
With no worry, no care, only a mere though
When I return, would the door be closed and locked?
Source: https://www.thewalkingmonk.net/post/montreal-night-stroll
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