As I look through the window of my room

At the dark dead end of the winter night

The roads enveloped with fog and mist

Where mornings are sunny, fair and bright

 

The darkness fills the paths with street's fading light

Shadows of buildings falls upon the dingy pathways

The trees look the perfect darkened giants standing tall

And the flowers like dwarfed ghosts following the walls

 

Where the Sunday mornings brings the folks on the road

Little children run playing in the colony's little green park

On the bicycle little riders running a race of mirth and frolic

And vendors selling vegetables shouting prices aloud

 

The pathways are gripped with silence running deep

The nights send shivers and chills to a lonely me

The days are better where I can see the humans around

I wish he were here with me, so nights would be as safe for me