In the lanes of Singapore, I wander
Seeing the enticing views of houses
Intricately designed, yet so simplistic in view
How well coordinated the whole street is
The residents may be having a cosy time in there
Its shivering cold here, outside, with no fire around
At the end the street, I see lighting
and few good men, inviting me
to the Christmas celebrations
I peek inside, but think twice
to accept the invitation
I somewhat see a fireplace and some food
With apprehension, I get inside
It’s a cheerful place
strangely, all of them are strangers to each other
Is it my luck to have landed here?
and found company of people unrelated to me
who are so welcoming
I’m happy to be in, but also a little confused
Whom should I trust?
these men who welcomed me
or those who said
there’s no one for you in this world
and the world is nothing but a lie!