No one for you to love and
No one who loves you,
If you have, you are alone,
Not less than an orphan.
No one to share with and
No one who can share,
If you have, you are alone,
Not far from isolation.
No one to lean on and
No one who can lean,
If you have, you are alone,
Heading to ruin.
Privacy is a luxury
For one in demand.
It is poverty
For you as abandoned.
Unless you are loved,
Unless you are in love and
Unless it is in tune,
You hasten to exit.
Search and search for one,
Who can with you spend
And to whom you can lend.
Then sheds loneliness.
Loneliness is terrible,
Hopeless and deadly.
5.11.2000, Pmdi
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