He Who Feels Alone Poem by Venkatesh Davangere

A forcible smile,
an artificial speach,
dedication of painfull tears
to the murmuring nigts,
a nice talk with the air,
fighting with the walls,
He feels terrible lonliness inside and outside.

Head full of thougts
heartfull of beatings
for the left one,
his chest filled up
with the smoke of ciggerate.
To pesuade the memories
not to come to his head again and again,
he gifts them a bottle of wine daily.
He feels terrible lonliness inside and outside.

Before closing his wet and exhausted eyes
he silently prays tomarows not be like today.

Perhaps, his prayings seems to be.........