Dark Secrets

Smell of rotting food,

Fluctuating street light,

Music of old 90's,

Old damp house.

Those smiling faces giving a scare,

Surely do have a story to say or see,

Maybe some at some point of time,

They might have been out .

Probably following a fresh blood,

For their own good,

There are many cases of rivalry,

Some as they are of slavery,

Nobody knows why this village is so quiet,

Until and unless one sees their desire.