With years of labour,
I knitted my dreams,
Shaped it into an identity.
It has thread of adventure,
Designed with passion.
It was my cover in freezing winters.
It kept me warm and alive.

Now, the thread seems loose,
Design has faded off.
The comfort is lost.
Trying to knit again…
But the desire seems lost.
The chilling winter has come again,
And am freezing to death.