The road was
desolated, like his mind,
The crowded
esplanade he strolled, turned empty in a whisker,
Body is robust,
but not the will,
Thick layers
of fog covered the beautiful boulder stone,
Mist is
magnificent for eyes, but he can’t spot the horizon.
Cover the vertical
extent and panorama,
But the body
and mind relish, while fog brushes you,
Deserted from
love or people can be loneliness,
An empty mind
can be loneliness,
A mind which
is confused, who knows??
He wants to be
like a tree, because it stands in the same place,
It can’t loco
mote, because it’s deep rooted to the position,
Sever is the
only way to separate, but then it’s dead,
He can brave
cold, wind and fire,
A tornado only
can uproot him, but he won’t be lonely.
The dewdrops
tickled his legs, like they crave his company,
The fog and
the rain attempted to impart emotions on him,
Emptiness
filled, like darkness eating up the secrets of a forest,
But he knows,
he has to be emotionless in this world,
It’s a place
to succeed, not to flunk.
He rapidly
filled up his mind, with thoughts of success,
The fog
disappeared, the rain stopped,
The horizon
is conspicuous, esplanade is filled with people,
He got many
to love, they murmured in his ears,
“Let’s move
on “
His vision is
clear now, but misses this exquisite feeling called “Loneliness”,
Because it evokes
him that he has a heart too!!!!!!!!!!!
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