Alone
It is, and very truly so, said
That every star in the sky is a soul of the dead.
And here I sit under the summer night sky,
A star, all by itself twinkling
Hopeful and successful, in trying to catch my eye.
I sit here alone, lost in my thoughts, my dreams
In frustration I turn to the star and ask ‘How do you forever beam such beauty? ’
She give no answer, silent like the air.
She does not move, nothing like being free.
But are we really or are we bound just by being?
As I sat there pondering, content with my solitude,
I imagined a new being bursting into light or is it darkness, nude?
Aeons pass, burning bright, no sign of death becoming her.
But just as I thought lives aren’t numbered,
Her final burst of light to me was myrrh
I sat there all alone, with no one to have a word.
I sat there bathed in blue,
When a thought struck me like a passing bird.
Till no one cares for you or you don’t have a place to call home,
It is then and only then, we are truly alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even if you have a home and some people to care for you this feeling of loneliness attacks you at times.To shrug it aside and return to normal state sometimes seems impossible. Your lines are well penned. Thanks