How harsh it will be for someone
to be all alone
surrounded by emptiness
in the lap of cruel loneliness
None to share a cup of tea
none with whom I can laugh
none to cry for me
none to get scolding on my behalf.
My condition is somewhat like that
sitting in a dark room I cry
but none to wipe my tear
this loneliness is very hard to bear.
I close my eyes
and gather the old memories,
my days with grandpa
and my grandma's stories.
I console my soul, my heart
no need to cry, no need to sob
no need to ask for help
I believe I am complete in myself.
Value of love is not known,
when it is abundant,
this loneliness has taught me
to be strong, to be independent.
What I have now to be called mine
is a diary and a pen,
they listen to me support me
Its better to trust an object
than to have faith on men.
You have been very bold and forthright in portraying the realities that hound someone into a corner of loneliness where objects appear more trustworthy than human beings. Thanks. What I have now to be called mine / is a diary and a pen / they listen to me support me / Its better to trust an object / than to have faith on men.
Value of love is not known, when it is abundant, this loneliness has taught me to be strong, to be independent. none to share a cup of tea, loneliness, no one to laugh with and to joke... yes loneliness is a terrible experience. it can kill us mentally. you have pictured the struggle very well in this poem. thank you very much. love your poem. tony
Thank you Sir.Please read my other poems and comment on it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Relationship is where the most growth is offered. There is somebody for everybody! What do we project onto others or the world?