The nights were proving very difficult
Shaking my inner faith soundly built
It was stored in heavily guarded box
With a fear of being stolen by cunning fox

The heavy cool wind storm may bang the window
The sleep will be barred and simply not allow
The dreams to invade with beautiful message
So far I was living with it and able to mange

I would come out and watch at the sky
There were thousands of the questions to ask for why
It was not helping me to control or console 
I was like prison to have come out on parole

I was free to feel but in fat not
How desperately I have managed or fought
Against this cruel world to have stable foot
To just step out without the help from boot

Green grass and little wetness reminded me of past
How lately we used to walk bar feet very fast
We had no fear of passing each others record
But taking enough care not to miss the spoken words

I am walking on same lane with past memory
I have loneliness accompanied with grief and feel sorry
He is not there to compete with me in the run
The night is silent without witnessing any fun

The wind is slowly gaining speed
I feel some new energy is freed
It is striking at free will and creates fear
I am standing alone with lot more to bear

I could helplessly withdraw to the home
It was merely refuge with no welcome
I was living there without any soul in it
With no more light but light very dimly lit

It is making in restless with little thought
How much we had suffered and endlessly fought
The treachery and deception of natural odds
I think it was never desired by the almighty or God
   
It reminds of lovely saying
Disregard everything with sincere praying
Have desire for strong foundation laying
Do not give nature any chance for playing

I have remained defiant with strong will
I have discouraged all not to come near still
I will survive with strong zeal very steadfast
The result may prove nice and stand till the last
 
So many times I have turned my back
To hear the insulting tone of people with jokes
I have controlled rage with tears about to fall
How can I forget those days and resist to recall?