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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Like the moving clouds my life runs, Not knowing when to stop, saturate and shower, Carrying the vapours of worry my heart weighs heavy, Crossing the peak I saturate and cry, Sometimes I squall, sometimes I bawl, At times I weep and at times I wail, The joy of colours are slowly dwindling, I turn black or white, I see my life waning in vain, I was wont to rise at dawn, My mornings turned mournings, Tears of grief brushes my cheeks, Lamentation has become my daily passion, I like to cry and this is my hobby, The two impostors - happiness and joy I never met them so far To smile or laugh, this has become The most difficult task. No shelter to stay, No shoulders to lay, A sense of loneliness in the crowd, Desolation always stands before me, I see my reflection but there is none, Even my shadow never follows me, Unaccompanied and deserted, Isolated from my own species, Yet I danced with abandoned enthusiasm, My bed, my companion, Where I cuddle for warmth, It makes my dreams come true, By making me more dream and accrue My pillow my spouse, The hugs of lust and kisses of romance, With all love bites and chews, It remains the same even if I squeeze, The scented breeze holds up patiently, When the window panes thrown open, It rushes to tell me its stories of faux pas, In fiasco and pain I listen to him again, We share are exasperation and worries, My gentle friend slides my tears away, The park benches where I take a nap, Reminds me my mother’s lap, It calls me with love and care And bears me with its arms as chair, The tall maples around me, With beautiful red pentamerous raceme It composes melodies of all times And makes an concert with wind chimes, With all these little pleasures, All alone in this world, With no one falling in my eyes, I live a life` And this I call a solace in solitude. 22 July, 2016 Loneliness Poetry contest
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