What it means
To be lonely? ?
is it really something real,
or
a figment of an idle mind
which is addicted to fantasies,
shies from the world
and
loves to hide this 'weakness'
behind veils of different names.
Pleading innocence
convicted by conscience
deserves to be laughed at
but
these tearful eyes
Behold!
is this not a trick again?
to fool self
and trap others.
Eternal question-
i too have asked
can't answer now-
wish if i could only;
Honestly lacking honesty
i keep up
the question
what it really means to be lonely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Pragya. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.