Unaccompanied, lonely and alone, what we name
Each one is here fated to stand with that
No matter how many people surround us
It is the loneliness eventually that will wrap.
Foolishness it is, if I say, I have someone to heal,
As no one is here to confer and deal.
It is me alone, who will be my comrade,
As People are here to offer hurt and hatred.
Long- long, an everlasting journey, I need to be cruising,
With all thoughts boiling, with all hopes dying.
Nobody will be there to offer shoulder and to embrace me in lap,
And still I need to be going, in a dark road leading to an
end.!!
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