Midnight Walker

The bold and beautiful Calcuttan streets...
In the daylight,where, life skips its various beats...
With the moonlight they are left silent
and dark,
And the Midnight Walker, then, begins his silent walk.

He wears, a little lower, his big black hat..
In it, it seems, is hidden a mysterious cat.
A dress, he wears, looks like an old age frock..
And a stick in hand helps The Midnight Walker walk.

Night after night he walks and walks a thousand miles..
Through, even, rain and storm in his valiant styles.
And a hundred years after, those three birds still  pass in flock,
That's the time, the Midnight Walker ends his silent walk.

But its said and heard, the story of Midnight Walker, is all but false..
He walks every night though and the witnesses are moon and stars.
For him, I guess, all nights are nothing but same,
And the Midnight Walker walks with a silent unsettled aim.

But to prove all this wrong the living world is very keen..
For the walk of Midnight Walker is felt but never seen.
Oh! Its Midnight and I must leave this talk,
The Midnight Walker has to begin his silent Walk........