Isolation

He doesn't need a couch or a pillow,

He will have them wherever he goes,

Deep into reflection, resting head against the wall,

Memories flash, but he cannot have them in his arms.

He walks through the same congested blacktop,

His yearnings are falling steadily like raindrops,

For people, rain is a beautiful scene to mark,

For him, sunshine is like his shadow in the dark.

Beside walks his entangled shadow,

He is seen mourning in his meadow,

He gets replied from his inner heart,

Even in the present he couldn't apart from the past.

He encounters the feeling of impending doom,

Behind the merry face, he is wearing the merest mask of gloom,

He swallows his feelings before others,

Since no one wants to listen to what he suffered.

His blue sky is now no more clear,

Things are always not the same as they appear,

It was long before he lived incongruity,

Today life has shown him utmost disparity,

People are resented, scorned, and unheard,

Till their body is buried under,

One must bury their dream and be a gravedigger,

They are so bold who stood in such weather.

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