I Was Sitting Lonely On A Bench Poem by KAUSHAL SABOO

I Was Sitting Lonely On A Bench



It was like, I felt into trench,
No shoulder was there, on which I can cry.
No mind was there, To which i could fry.
No lips were there, which on my jokes, can smile.
Only thing there was in my heart, isolation's pile.

They laugh at me, make jest of me.
I could not do anything but only see,
They tease me, their talks also to me, hurt.
But i was hearing, because dirt cannot wash dirt,
Because of them, even tears flow from my eyes.
But I only remember you, seeing the skies.

I don't care to what they say,
But, It was for me, a special day.
I, from now, will fill their heart's sea with happiness,
Upto brim, even not less.
Then i guarantee, you will see,
The lips that mock me, will only have the eyes that will cry for me! ! !

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