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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