As the nightly hour strikes two
I sit quietly to think of You,
Of what all I seek for
When insanity is at the door.
Yearned to sail so far away
But that joy is yet to reach my Bay;
Will to have my hands at flow,
Aghast the world stopped; stopped my Go.
Days, now I spend, sitting idle;
Living the Present, a massive hurdle.
Woes and worries of the Days to come,
Incessantly, in my mind they hum.
Why are You at cross with me?
Look here, my misery don't you see...
Fear has overpowered my tiny little Faith
I see no way; dejected should I turn to Death?

O my dear Life, can you hear me...

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