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 ta


By Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Saraswati Thakura