i pressed my knees br against the chest br hard and harder br the hold of my hands br br layin' into a corner br in my own house br in my known lane br it is very cold this time they say br br they are not planning their vacations br the people br they are desperate to see the next morning br the mob br br too cold to sit like that br the fist growing tight br one can count the wrinkles br on my forehead br br what happened to my ambition br i forgot when i have stretched my arms last time br i forgot all tastes other than pain br no wonder, is it moving or ceased? don't know! br br everything seems dead br even my body shivering with fear br and the mess spread all over br where they said the mob was attacked br br i close my eyes br and feel the touch of mother to my palms br when i was a toddler br and her breath, warm, killing all my shiverin' br br i took deep breath br last time i wish to stretch my arms, legs br i jumped on my toes, screaming 'NO' br i won't let myself shivering in fear like always br br this cold blood can't write the truth br but i will br hold me my mob, my people and i'll hold you br to kill the fear, to kill the fear! br br and i was stretched after a long time br huh' a feel of relief!br br Tarun Sharmabr br