To wake up to the biting chill
fog wrapped like a blanket around me
Finding it hard to open my eyes
or to get out of bed and see
The overcast world
Depicting my life
Not a single reason ,there is
To go on with same routine
Not even a emotion left , to feel
And same it has been
Tears do well up
Legs do falter
But not yet a shoulder to cry on
Or a hand to hold me
For loving is a sin
still harder to commit with me
nice poem ….. but love is not sin , its pure relation between two person