The silent winters of DecemberRohan Kumar
Echoes a silent lullaby.
The soulless night of the day
Stands like the Angel of Death
Waiting for me to step in the cold
To grasp the life out of my body.
I could see my Death waiting for me
But the Truth does not affect me.
Like a wandering soul
I don’t fear my Fate
But laugh at it for being so Late.