On a winter's night,

The darkness descends expeditiously,

The fog rolls in stealthily,

The chilled winds blow swiftly,

The mercury plummets rapidly...

 

The lady sits in front of the fireplace cozily,

Her needles twinning to the crackling logs noisily,

The gentlemen contemplate upon the wars moodily,

Downing their whiskey with the store-ordered snacks heartily,

Denouncing the state of the world loudly.

 

But the world outside shivers speedily,

The guards sit outside the high rise earnestly,

Their hands spread in front of feeble fires fully,

For while the world in the high rise sleeps soundly

They stay awake to the nightly clamour freely.  

 

The delivery boys come to the high rise continually,

Facing the bitter cold on their bikes bravely,

Their face wrapped in mufflers totally,

Sparing a glance towards the fires hungrily

But not wasting a minute before their delivery.

 

A lone e-rickshaw forays dauntlessly,

Looking for customers haplessly

Not a penny has he earned this day unfortunately

For who will venture out into the glacial winds willingly?

Who will douse the fires of his stomach stoutly?