Couldn't think a name for this poem... If any of you have any suggestions it is most welcome....

Voice of the small one and that little one
fueling me on....
The night seems endless
Yet the dawn seems close.

So close the glistening Sun
And the morning dew...
Await I alone In the darkness
For the one to guide me through...

Cold hands embrace my heart,
Eclipsing the ray of hope.
What if there's no sunrise...
None to look up to?

Hands of warmth twine
Stone hearts to melt...
Whispers sadly but,
Welcomes none to the ones that felt...

Sad,but the whispers
Are of new hope...
Hold my hands dear,
And take me to the
LAND OF GOLD...

P.S. this poem is a joint collaboration of my friend anirban and me... We both have equal contribution to make this poem...