Alone With My Loneliness Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Who could it be? No one's been here ere,
A burst of breeze oft bestirs the door.

Or may be, a letter to deliver
A postman has come to the neighbour.

Anyone but a visitor,
O eager heart, vain is your flutter.

Flicker not, false proves frustrating hope,
One, lost in life is lost for ever.

No one's come here ever before,
Take heart my soul, forget old lore.
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Musings | 19.02.2019 |