By Vibhuti Damor in Poems » Short
Updated 10:02 IST Mar 26, 2017

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In the dark somewhere in
The corner,
I stand numb.
Feet are cold to take a step.
Eyes are moist to see a vision.
Throat is sore to call for help.
Little by little the cold is consuming everything.
Before I freeze to death, a small hope for help from you will always ignite within me.

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