According to my clock
It’s morning.
But, here is darkness.
Fog covers my city.
In winter season
My dear city
Is arising in late.
But I open my gates lock
As same as summer season.
Though the Sun is according to it’s rules
Yet the Earth is not awaking.
In front of my gate,
Here is a bitch, with it’s 3 puppies.
All are under their mother’s belly.
Here is also a dog.
All are not clearly visible for fog.
I start my morning walk on the road.
A black crow is calling.
It sits on a signboard.
On it, the nights road light is falling.
Now a group of friends meet with me.
Also they continue morning walk with me.