Being Lonely
This evening sounds gloomy; As dark sky competes with darker clouds! Engulfing dullness which reduces my pace, My wandering mind is searching my love everywhere! This passion causes agony; The agony that one knew not. When life's futile effort ends with loneliness, How one could ever expect love to bloom! The entire world seems to be busy; Am I destined to be alone? Her reflecting face mocking at me, Of my being alone and deserted! There is a world within the world, For the one to dwell or live. If the world of thought could make me get stuck, Is this world ever worth living? A Poem by Ayubkhan.U