i pressed my knees
against the chest
hard and harder
the hold of my hands
layin' into a corner
in my own house
in my known lane
it is very cold this time they say
they are not planning their vacations
they are desperate to see the next morning
too cold to sit like that
the fist growing tight
one can count the wrinkles
on my forehead
what happened to my ambition
i forgot when i have stretched my arms last time
i forgot all tastes other than pain
no wonder, is it moving or ceased? don't know!
everything seems dead
even my body shivering with fear
and the mess spread all over
where they said the mob was attacked
i close my eyes
and feel the touch of mother to my palms
when i was a toddler
and her breath, warm, killing all my shiverin'
i took deep breath
last time i wish to stretch my arms, legs
i jumped on my toes, screaming 'NO'
i won't let myself shivering in fear like always
this cold blood can't write the truth
but i will
hold me my mob, my people and i'll hold you
to kill the fear, to kill the fear!
and i was stretched after a long time
huh' a feel of relief!