Residue

The wayfarer you must be tired now. Here the inn to get a rest for a while. Don't be scared, on your wearisome journey there is no any weighbridge to weigh your sins or merits? Please do not look at me in a sarcastic way. Yes I am a wrongdoer and I sleep with every soul till the candle burns as I cannot abandon my dreary inn and who gives me the warmth in this solitary life? Am I a waxwork? I too feel thirst and hunger. On the way if you have any doubt of leftovers please do not hesitate to visit me again. You are always welcome my dear.