All my dreams have already frozen
In the winter of time
The sky looks like a piece of cloth
Hanging to give me a shed
My hopes have been dashed against
The wall of helplessness
I am a hermit now in meditation to
Create a halo around myself
I have to take birth in a secluded land
To be with myself
This crowd of people tries to push me
Into the abyss of sorrow
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The hesitation to face the harsh world, the unending worries, " This crowd … tries to push me Into the abyss of sorrow". This sense of insecurity …