soubhagya

The lost

In the middle of this chilling winter

With the waning moon as the lone witness

shackles of pain and guilt tear apart

A fragile life seemingly at its end

Roars of hurtful storm rages on

Spikes of indecisiveness drills holes

While being whipped by the stoic silence

The abandonment of reason let\'s lose

Waves and waves of regretful hesitations

As one yearns for liberation from this eternal snow

Warmth seeps through as the chains loosen

Winter paves way to the gentle spring

Life feels anew sacred again

All the scars scab away into oblivion

As hope rises again