A world so tiny and cosy,
It has confined me for few arduous years.
Here I have greet the dawn in its majesty
And the evening with tears.
Here I have cheered with the morning birds,
Resonating in voices only they'd understand.
Here I have smelled the summer's dirt
And heard the rivers run.
But this cold winter's night has awaken a distant memory,
Radiant skin in cheerful dress;
Maa would say, "You belong in the Chrisimas gallery!"
Ah, what could I not do to cleanse this mess?
These nights I have spent alone, but not lonely.
I'd cast my weary shadow on the wall,
My companion whom I talked with fondly
Until I tire myself out and fall.

But this fateful night I will try to remember;
The window that faced the north
Laid open in serene temper,
Of the night and my drained thoughts.
Half asleep, I lift my heavy brows;
My constant endeavour to avoid Nirvana for now.
I could see the distant row...