The Wind Chill
Revitalizing the deep Wound!
The soreness persistent inside
Life often postponed to Live!
Oh Lord!
Thou a creator of Universe!
Endowed with subsequent Joys
And implanted the Eternity!
Yet to cross the Ocean
And to lose a sight of the Shore!
So a heavy Sigh
But incapable to be eloquent!
Nor able to put out of sight!
A Naive heart rapture at Moment
For revering purely the Shrine!
