At that time,
I was in hostel.
My days were going good,
But was not the night passing well.
Whenever I went to sleep,
I always used to see a bed there,
where, my friends sleeps deep !
Whose bed was that ?
near that window ?
From where,
the cold wind, slowly blows...
While in the next morning,
there the bed was not.
I can't say,
why mere I could saw that ?!
©susmita.
S