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,


A feast or a treat,

It followed and hollowed me


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.



This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn

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