Lost in the lights, while the contemptuous night is adorned with the moon, which adds a valuable bright to the dark. The moon but like a beautiful tiny pearl, unnoticed, besides the skyscrapers, lights his path accompanied by loneliness and agony. He rests under the trees roadside, whose leaves dance with the rhythm of the overwhelming breeze passing by, while some(leaves) whose spaces are filled by the nightangles' acquaintance, tend to droop like some exhausted dad back from work. This lively world is the kingdom of the dark, the last hope, especially when your fate excluded from good happenings! Outcasted from the good peoples and their society. he was led to streets and roads. A life riddled with punitive hopelessness & helplessness, maybe due to past sins, is justified until you breathe a moment of it. Each piece of breath torment you more, and you realise the need for a humanitarian approach than just an excuse of blaming his past. He rests on the mat donated by some les