Alone But Not Lonely Poem by azmat naushad asif

The wonders of aloofness
does my heart cry for.
Detachment from desires,
free from responsibilities:
disguised in the name of
love and duty.
Happy enough to wobble
on my two own feet
than to cry on someone
else's firm shoulders.

Graciously I accept loneliness
and thank heavens for its mercy
for bountifully bestowing on me
such serene seclusion.
Good remembrance and bad
experiences has made:
survival of the fittest,
an apt theory.
Bravo Charles Darwin!

I am just celebrating my grief
by evolving into a
strong human being.
Let me see how the others
in whose life I had been
a bothersome part
are struggling without me?