Around me teems Six Hundred crore...
Is it for the want of more?
The heart strings, deep within the core,
Quiver at the heavy dew of lonliness...
I cry...I Am All Alone....
The blue sky turns dun...
Green Leaves parched in the sun...
Draining away all the fun
Mixing up the colours into one....
The ugly grey of life...
Tears well up in my eyes...
Who listens to me, now?
The dead leaves and the snow?
Sickening silence cling around...
Only the ticking time-piece by my bed...
None I have to share my part...
Nor a friend to plan mischief...
Sinked my face, into that faraway look...
Who would answer me now?
None...I Am All Alone...
Touchy! ! In this world we all experience dawn and dusk circling....joy and sorrow..... 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes, being alone is like meditation.It heals you.......progressively!