In some lone corner of my house,
A fish-tank does stand still
A lone fish without pals or spouse
Life breathes it, through it's gills
Lone, watches through glass cage
Lone, he will swim, and alone he will age.
In some lone corner of my mind
Sits a vagabond thought
No emotion with it, ever entwined
In solitude, solace it sought
If my 'being''s book, I ever envisage
Will that lone thought, get a lone page?
A ball of fire burns the sky
His aura shall last, an eternity
Under horizon sleeps, as night draws nigh
He is the father, of all humanity
His ablaze flames, appear so heavenly
Yet, amid Zillions of Galaxies, he too is lonely.
He who has been said to've made this universe
That God who commands all 'being'
Is he or is he not, is but a moot obverse
All laws - his slaves, an emperor of each king
If there's a fair Lord; then why agony we see?
And even if he is; he is the most lonely.
God made the sun and sun made the man
Man mad the tank, with that lone fish
In the tank of his mind, seclusion began
That lone fishy thought, was a suppressed wish-
'Albeit amid kindred and kin, my life soon'll end,
With my best pal, die I'll - solitude, my friend.'
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