Loneliness is not when I am alone,
But when I have none to share the pain I've borne.
May be a crowd of thousand around me,
May be they are my Family, Friends or people I've seen.
But if not a single soul to be at my side,
And I feel as though I am kept aside;
I feel disturbed and all hopeless,
That's when I call it loneliness.
My mind would have a million words,
But My lips are silent and still,
My heart turns heavier day by day;
But all my feelings I within kill.
Tears of pain are seen in my eyes,
But still they are hid behind my fake smiles.
My only wish before the day could end,
Is for me to find a company or may be just a friend.
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