Everytime an inside must know
What is going on in its outside.
There is a dog just now making
Waves on the outside darkness.
I sit in a hut of my own inside
With an outside that has a dog.
This window filters my outside
Just this much , not much else.
It ignores my trees grappling
With the darkness outside hut.
It shall ignore night preparing
To wear mantle of new dawn.
Hut is my inside of cosy sitting
With claypots of rice yet warm.
I make my inside space myself.
It comes with darkness outside.
The rice is still warm in claypot.
As pot breaks, inside is outside.