The night comes

I closed my eyes..
A glimpse of something somewhere implies..
A creaking sound ...a Huss...
There she is again..
With her child making fuss ..
I asked...Which religion you from?
She murmured "I am hungry sir"..
I looked at her child..
His eyes seems deep..
Felt like a spark there growing and glazing..
His crave...the empty stomach blazing..
He is near...but nothing to fear..his mother said..
Because this death is a boon..and this life is a curse...
Yes the reality is forever harsh..
I nodded and she smiled..
I woke up after a while.