THE NIGHT- By Avik Choudhury

Christmas, a day to celebrate a year's beautiful ending,

But my heart was colder than the surrounding.

I needed somebody to love, somebody to care,

It was heart-wrenching cold and I was crying in despair.

I saw happy faces and warm kisses that night,

I was sad, still captured those beautiful moments in delight.

I was cold, wanted someone to hold my hand, and wanted the warmth of a hug,

Maybe a ray of hope or a bit of uncertainty was my only drug.

All those happy moments which I can only observe but not feel,

I was hoping even after all this my heart would surely heal.

Nature is biased, it's an undeniable fact,

Maybe for me, life was nothing but a mousetrap.

I sat in the middle of the street, slept under the moonlight,

It was freezing cold, but I wanted to live those wonderful moments in my dream that night. 

The next day, I saw myself from a distance, People were crying over my body and I questioned my existence. 

A chicken is more valuable after its death,

People should always care for and love each other until their last breath.