I-Lone. Poem by Swapnil Jhajharia

All I needed was a hand,
To help me stand.
It had been a long jog,
I was in the middle of fog.

Then came a hand another,
Each different from the other.
In the desert of my heart it rained,
But all these was vained.

I had been alone too long,
Hurt me the friendship's song.
I had become cold and silent,
The warmth and music hurt.

I was a flake in the ocean of fire,
But I enjoyed the burn dire.
Still I was a flake which dried,
In the end I died.