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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