Lonely
By vidit.chopra
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A fine morning,
A fine thought,
A depressed man,
A torn cloth.
Lonely as he was,
With violated rights and clause.
A person who was my own mirror reflection,
Enough to remind me of my loneliness.
A bitter feeling of being left alone,
A furious feeling of having being let go.
Lonely may be the word that defines me.
I have no one to listen to me,
No one with whom I can be free.
Free to say what I want to,
Free to do what I want to.
No one to talk about things,
No one to answer my ring.
May be it’s the way God wanted me to be,
Lonely is certainly the word that defines me.
All I have,
Is a paper and a pen to talk to,
To write on and to write with.
To play with and to walk with.
Non-living are the only things,
That I am living with.
These inanimate are my life now,
A life worse than that of a pow.
Lonely is definitely the term that defines me.
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