How much in silence, I am, tonight
Weather is snowy, the ground, white

I'm thinking about you, your eyes, lips
How should I forget, give me some, tips

Was it love, which made me, an insane !?
Is it the reason, why I'm always, in pain !?

I had planned to be, an engineer,or a doctor
You came in my life,forced me to be,a writer

If you are the one, who torture, this writer
Torture is sacred , it will make me, a fighter

A fighter, who is not any more afraid of, any gun
Who lives in darkness, wants to find, his sun