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

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