-Dana Ishrat Mahmud
Too cold out there to wade
In the grays, those never fade
But I still keep the blurred line
Of your steps and pray to shine.
I’m stranded, swoon and lost
The fear is so pure and most
I’m afraid to die even as if
Might lose you from the deep.
My feet freeze out to step ahead
Heart pounds to break the cage
But I surrender to the mayhem
Knowing I’II never see you again.
