I m cold and pained, not because winter has finally encroached the earth And abandoned us of all warmth, but because I cannot stand the hatred for me prevailing in the little hearts of the so called “dear ones”.
I m cold and pained, not because it is midnight and I m still away from my bed and blanket, but because I realize now the materiality of the respect I earned.
I m cold and pained, not because I didnt bring a cloak to this half past twelve-walk, but because their love for me was just a joke for them.
I m cold and pained, not because I cannot see a single fire on this lonely road to warm me up, but because I cannot take these fights anymore.
I m cold and pained, not just because I stand here all alone to fear this cold, but because I know..even a new morrow wouldn’t give me the faintest hint , a faintest hope to go through this torture of life ,as I braved it today…