Being Alone

BEING ALONE Once I was walking alone in the rain, Carrying my umbrella and a sweet pain, I was completely lost in the clouds of my thoughts, Remembering my points of success and all my flaws. Suddenly I saw a girl getting wet in the rains, Her clothes were entirely filled with mudstains, She was like a bird but of a different feather, And we traced a long way walking together. The rain stopped and I removed my umbrella, Surprisingly I again found myself alone with no cinderella, I smiled and became sure that it was my delusion, My own loneliness has served me this illusion. I stopped for a while and took a look at the nature, Observing every flower and every creature, A single solitary flower is as beautiful alone, A meadow full is pleasurable but each grows on its own. I was happy because now I was not depressed, Now my opinions cannot be suppressed, My feelings are able to be expressed, And finally after being alone also I felt I was blessed, After being alone also I felt I was blessed………