Lone Wolf

By Talin Likha

Leather jacket and Chelsea boots

A lone wolf alone in the woods wallowing in the rusty spell

of the downtown garage and Clock tower's bell.

Away from the dreary December

to hell with being jolly and well

Because these Christmases reminds him of the fact that

he is a lone wolf

Over and over again.


  • Thank you Ananya

    Talin Likha
  • You’ve actually went beyond the lights of the festive season and captured it from the perspective of those who are lonely.
    It’s a great poem!

    Ananya Mishra

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