Walking along the seaside road,
I remembered days with my family.
Angry with my wife
And distraught with life
I have roamed this lane with dangerous thoughts.
The cold breeze did'nt bother me now,
As I roam the lonely streets alone.
Everything seemed alright now,
But for a thought, that tortured thee.
Today I peeped into my life
and saw my family cry for me.
I realize my irreversible fault
But, what ? - a wasteful thought.
I cannot change anything now,
'cause I sleep on layers of snow.
Ending every night with despair,
Drenched with tears, in my cold little grave.
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