The scary restless shadows of the tree
Seems like a broken chord from a chaotic life
Hushes the wind by engulfing it
O Mighty! the water tank stands
protecting the suspense of the thrill
in the dark night sky
Street Lamp is it?
Or the nearest glare
Illuminated the place
With no invisible trace
Sheer glance in the hollow medium of light
painting scars on the heaps of shadow
Small hut imposing a mark of rural life beneath
Covered up with a thin luminous sheet
Faith in the soothe lamp
Prevailing heartbeats from damp