The Holocaust used to manifest in my mind
While I step down through that lonely stairwell.
Where do I go in this meaningless life of froth?
However, some peace used to rain
While stepping down in the street.
The sun used to rain as forever
From the heavenly sky.
But sudden chilling wind yet to evaluate
this ever disappearing form even more,
Like that awaiting stray in front of the hotel
merely differentiate between me and it.
The gusty wind left away after diffusing
that question in to the atmosphere
And had brought some joy
as helpless star acts in the universe!
31st January, 2016