It snows and rains
Trapped my joy in chains
Cold winds thwart my course
Calling out a foreign voice hoarse
I hear my own cries echo back
From the cold peaks having a knack
Of hearing such stories stand erect
Nothing shatters them to this effect
Solitude creeps in my veins
Promising for eons it may reign
Glances yearning for a view
Disillusioned return to chew
On my own wounds I m left
Incapable of breaking cleft
My being distorts reforms
And hopelessly answer qualms
A tempered glass held together
Wondering how much farther
Is the path going to take me
How many more rough blows
To be accepted with glee
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