What is there to eat?
Where is the place to stay?
Who is there to support?
I don't want to give
The answers in negative.
But the correct answers
Are not with me.
I am part and parcel of
The very questions.
I see silent doors,
I hear cheerful trees.
I observe the winter snow
Within my courtyard
That is eager to give me safety.
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