My Regret

I have remained an isolated island
and I wish to remain so.

At times the doorbell rings,
from some distant-world comes a telegram.
So I move
I mutely join their merry celebrations
And gossip sessions
Where masks roam around me
and converse with each other.


I feel disconcerned and sad
sitting in the midst of the gathering
I yearn for my solitude
my lonely existence…….

Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: regret
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