Pieces And Cold - Poem (English)
It's dark outside with burning candles in my room. I sat here a long time but can't find a clue Still haunts the same dream that comes once or twos Lost in the woods and can't find the route Standing in the middle of the road with darkness all around No light for escape and hope can't be found The world is there forging ahead running with perfection And I am still picking my broken pieces from the last tension I know this is a phase and will pass But want to hold a hand who will stick till last The world is a cold and dark place to be But I have my Krishna who gives happiness and warmth to me