One dark chilly winter morning As I lay awake in the world of slumber I saw my conscience hidden In a dark corner. Neither did I creep, Nor did I curb, I wonder why? I didn’t stir. And life took its normal course Disdainful lover or Splendid spouse At times a musical note of love At times a gruesome baritone Sometimes it appeared as majestic height Sometimes it disappeared as a sigh I wandered up and down the scales of life’s music A melody, a comedy and a filthy fly Until, until, the day spring reappeared Inquiring floral morals of life Oh! Dear Then, tis then, I remembered… My conscience was hiding in a dark corner.