Lonely seems the night,
awaiting the dawn.
Lonely is the long street,
and the distant lawn.
The heavy air of gloominess,
hangs somewhere around.
Healthy breeze of coziness,
is to be no where found.
The trees that stand,
in their silence pray,
Let the next morn,
see a healthy blessed day.
Lonely is the moon,
shinning alone there.
Lonely is my heart too,
in the absence of love rare.
Lonely is the world,
in their own pretty way.
Life move on still,
with glimpse of hopeful ray.
Let with the new day,
this darkness subside.
Piercing the lonely clouds,
fill life with some friendly tide.
One can be lonely even in a crowd....and one can feel sociable even when one is lonely.......its a question of our attitude....pristine description of loneliness in your great poem...
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Wonderful poem, I always take it like, when no one is around and I am alone it is the best time because I am with myself hence I never feel this loneliness, I get surrounded by my thoughts..A thought provoking poem indeed, Loved it Sona-ji.