By-Sunu Limboo
There I lied mournful on my bed,
weeping and blaming for the ones I've met.
Standing just a distance apart,
echoed the darkness where loneliness laughed.
I could feel its cold whisper,
Crawling upon the lobes of my ear.
'Can we be friends?' it gloomed upon my fear,
'You wished for me and now I am here'.
When I was to meet and I was to greet,
whenever,
A feast or a treat,
It followed and hollowed me
wherever,
all the way could be it.
Few days have past and I couldn't see,
was cold and heartless with grumpy feet.
With as big as I could shout,
'Never come back like a petty clown'.
Then I hesitated and look around,
Thank you! Goodness
for loneliness has gone.
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn