The clock strikes one after midnight

Cool breeze flutters down the isolated street

Whistles of the old pot bellied cop unheard
The dogs howl in anger by the unpleasant noise.
A stranger walks on his toe, unabashed
There is a buoyant yet secluded thought
Unwary of his intentions, the soldier marches
Every heartbeat a thunder in a terrific storm.
The clock strikes half hour past midnight
Silent whispers by a care starved woman
Demands of an abnormal meeting in the dark
A concern for the stranger and a worry for the woman.
The winter cold makes a merry of the running nose
A murky world of intangible love revolves in space
Deja Vu it is for the stranger who now is a hero
Sober to things around alive, a determined stroll.
In the shadows of the midnight moonlit sky
The stranger briskly walks eluding the guards
For the princess of his imagination awaits in distress
The clock strikes one after midnight.
A prisoner by choice they unite in pandemonium
Tears in solitude, a grim reminder of the cause
The line is drawn between the unsung protagonists
Cause attributed to the society; the clock strikes one!