It is down deep in one`s being
It is feeling alone in a crowd
It is speaking without being
listened to.
It is singing without a tune.
It is dancing without rhythm
It is eating without taste.
Loneliness comes and dwells
in one's own being uninvited.
Loneliness is a poetic boon. Nice poem. Loved reading the poem. Sometimes solitude/ loneliness is not silence And clamour is not noise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a fantastic write.....thanks for sharing...