Winter is here to stay for forever
How closer the sun may be with us,
The light of days are refused ostensibly
By our perceptions living under the caves
On blank misgivings being burnt out completely
And long living for heart sake in intense dark comforts.
Cracks of mistrusts and snails living sans meaning
Although are growing prominent through our nervousness
To welcome even the soothing moon light and sky open
On fear of dumping out our shorter gains beyond the self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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