The street lamp emits white
and cold light tonight, as usual.
It’s 2 AM. Dogs bark and tear
the breast of silent street,
like every other night.
I explore the corridor occasionally.
Either happiness or sadness
embraces my heart when I look
down from the second floor.
Tonight, the white light
is dark to me.
Noises are silent and the wind
is still. No moon shines.
No stars glitter.
Widespread darkness.
Deafening silence.
Human heart is a mystery!
Ever-unsolved, ever-unfolded;
but conquered so easily.
Do we sacrifice ‘everything’?
Do we do it every day?
