Loneliness
Whoz standing besides me?
None, neither God nor she.
Am I a solitary human
I don't have a single friend.
I stand still, but your tears kill
None holding me, with no skill
No life to live, still lot to find
Neither front nor hind..
Alone I walk the journey
Amidst joy and sorrow
As the thirsty crow
Collecting the scattered ferny.
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