It was a dark night,

It was sharp 12 in the midnight

One thing that, I can see is a strange street light, and my stomach asking for food every time

I can't do anything,

I am homeless

I don't know how my room shapes like


Tomorrow is a Big Day

Tomorrow is the fine day

Tomorrow here is the place where new garbage will be again shattered away

I will get new clothes

I will get new shoes

But again I am homeless

I don't know how my room shapes like


Can you see those temples

Yes you are right, that Big Hindu Temples

There is a staircase, where I don't walk away,

But I sit regularly at that place

That big banana leafs are my plates

And The festive seasons are my party days

But I like Shivratri the most

I get milk every time swept all over the staircase

I take a glass and drink it once all away

But again I came back to the same place

That big nights and those street lights which never get offended

As I talk to them late nights

Yes, I am homeless

And I don't know what my room shapes like.....

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