A furnished room
Painted two walls are black
And another two are white.
First one is coming nearer with melancholy.
Second is in a jovial mood.
The third is coming closer with dreadful dark.
And the fourth is with a message of light.
Eagerly waiting for a quake
Which will break down all the four walls,
And every single brick would make a path.
On which, footsteps would start anew walking beyond the horizon.