The Red Curtain

The red curtain is the only witness of today's divine night.
Dancing with the icy air.
Bare room;
Just the red curtain, hanging on its own doom!
The long awaited moment,
When no one is here!
Hypnotising cry of far away train; carried by the melancholic air.
Or, infatuating evocation of gong; as if fulfillment of this silence is at its peak.
Sometimes sun ray filters through this red cloth.
Try to illuminate the empty room.
Look for the crowd; Alas! only the red tint is found on the dreary afternoon. 
Thus, loneliness encircled.
But, is it that long awaited loneliness or, the just the consolation of a craving soul?
And an echo says, maybe, loneliness can only be understood when escapism surrounds.

The writer is a student of Microbiology, Mathematics and Natural Science Department at BRAC University.