In the breezing night wind of twenty-five degrees Celcius
Two hundred twenty millions of people, continue their life,
Or done with life

A countryside girl is chit-chatting in a hut
While packing the fried plaintains for lunch at farm tomorrow
An old lady is sucking and chewing the tobacco
While massaging her husband, keeping him convenient
And fighting against those aggressive, fat mosquitoes
A farmer is enjoying his jasmine tea while resting after-
The whole day she’s worked at rice field to harvest
Her husband has died, left her five children who all now-
Working on their homework between their tiredness-
Of helping their mother to harvest at farm after school
Some male farmers are gathering, talking about-
Profit-sharing of their little shop on the street’s corner
As their other income source
Clearly heard is a sound sequence of people at the mosque reciting Qur’an
Some young couples are dating under the moon
Singing some love songs, promising they will marry each other
Little babies are in serene sleep on the swinging baby bed

Far down the city, colorful lights decorate the streets
Honda, Yamaha, Toyota, KIA,
Opel, Nissan, Ford, Suzuki, are trapped on slow traffic
Those pavement retailers open their tents and took the space of pedestrians
The appetizing smell of fried rice, hot noodles, hot ginger ale, saucy chicken
Invites people to come by to each tent and pay good price for what they get
Street singers are coming over while they are eating
Beggars are ready to disappear
A loud noise of Bollywood movie playing on a middle class neighborhood
Oh, it is coming from that wedding party
A child is having a hard time concentrating on his Math homework-
Because of that ear-cracking sound
Far away on the city’s corner, not only criminals

But also opportunist people are doing what they wish
Some 3 guys are trying to steal a locked motorcycle
While another group is trying to break out an empty house
Prostitutes, who are partly transsexuals, are looking for their preys
Clubs and pubs are full of young executives
Karaoke, drinking, dancing, or far more than that
Young teenagers are hanging out at cafes after they finished-
Watching movies at cinema
Malls are crowded of glamorous-looking ladies and gents
With flavorful smell of perfumes hijacking every body’s nostril
While on the other hand, a fifty years old man who is standing infirmly-
In a crowded train, has to smell the flavor of sweating people’s armpits
With no other choice
There is only a feeble sound of people reciting Qur’an at mosque
People are too busy even for praying together
Some office hard workers are staying in their office overnight
With a Starbucks cup or Coke bottle on their desks
Housewives are watching TV serials and having some snacks
Or talking on the phone with fellow housewives for hours
A poor kid are focusing hard for their exam tomorrow-
He didn’t have time to study on the day since he had to work-
At the train or bus station, selling candies and cigarettes
In his mind, there is a will to buy a medicine for his mother
Who is now severely ill,
Who is waiting for her last breath to heal her son’s burden

In the breezing night wind of twenty-five degrees Celcius
Two hundred twenty millions of people, continue their life,
Or done with life