Myriads of doors untapped
Weird extension of thoughts
Incessant desires lurking
Wanting to have frontal rapport
Withering on unconditional love
Roots of resurrection uncapped
Feebleness of efforts to search
Too many attempts left untouched
Wistfulness in great dearth
With undying languish in the eye
In stupefying landscape of snow
A twinge of me is frozen on perch.
