The very cold wind is blowing outside..
The damn window is making noise again…
As I try to get comfortable in my blanket..
As usual..I hear a bus or a truck passing through..
Somewhere in the distance….
Feeling of guilt and thankfulness has awaken inside of me…
A person is working hard at this time this late…
Maybe for his old parents…
Perhaps for the livelihood of his wife and kids..
Perhaps for his own sustenance..
He is working..
When the world is sleeping..
When it’s the reign of the night dwellers..
When every act of sin..
And every act of virtue..
Is hiding within the depth of darkness…