Ding-A-Ling, Dingdong-Bell, Singalong - Loner Is A Mourner! Poem by Harindhar Reddy

All alone, aside, aground, bays an empty soul nameless,
Afloat, adrift, awash, says a goose egg shameless,
In thoughts - I'm lost, tattles an barren vessel aimless.
I'm with me yet alone - rattles a hollow skull rudderless!
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling, dingdong bell, singalong - loner is a mourner.

I talk and walk, lacking hope - lying in the corner;
Alone in woe - a clumsy, discombobulated flesh
Trying to fill a flimsy and distorted mesh. Yes I do
The donkeywork at a place, yet a sojourner, lo!
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling, dingdong bell, singalong - loner is a mourner.

Alone I flew in ruefulness, I - a Ruta graveolens!
I woke up to find my soul loitering in woods dense,
A glider without target yet a hogwash and trumpery.
I'm a writer with no imagination yet a gimcrackery,
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling, dingdong bell, singalong - loner is a mourner.

I'm an apple pale with no charm, landing alone,
I'm a sullen moon in a galaxy of stars, standing alone:
To pull iron curtain - waiting alone for crack of doom,
To seal my fate - sighting alone for the doomsday.
Alone I cried again and again chanting a sullen rhyme -
Ding-a-ling, dingdong bell, singalong, loner is a mourner.

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