Alone Poem by Indranil Bit

Sitting all alone and talking to herself!
Two long days have passed since then.
Waiting! A really long waiting it appears,
Longing for what? Oh! she is yet to figure.

And there is a fear couching slowly,
Crawling at her to gasp her down.
The fear to change, to be a change,
An unknown game of known phase!

‘Oh! I hate this game' whispers she,
‘A game too cruel to be played'
‘ Oh! I just had a dream last night'
‘A dream too vicious to be real'

Sitting all alone and talking to herself!
With none! None to surrender herself,
Aloof lands, yet more far aloof dwellers,
Dwellers! Few once so close to heart!

A fear to stand an eye to her past,
A fear to roll in a present of lust,
A fear to get lost in a crowd so vast,
A fear to lose in a known game so fast.

Sitting alone, she stopped talking to herself!
A prolonged monologue of fear thus ends!
Her eyes slowly closes as she yield to sleep!
Creek and freak and sneak and frantic trick.