At a stretched lonely night,
I see the horizon loosing its sight,
to the endless rows of faded light.
Birds are gone & city is at home.
A little far away from sky,
I can hear a beetle cry.
and I wonder for those sleeping souls
resting now in peace with their awaken dreams.
they will wake up with the sunshine,
they will leave their dreams behind,
leave to chase a meaningful life,
meanings which they haven't owned,
& why they are living 'em they will never know.
Or may be I see through all this
in defense of my own meaningless life
'coz a little far away in that beetle's cry
I can hear my own plight.
