Faces of Loneliness-Win

Loitering lonely in a crowd in London Separate, apart, different from the rest Because of change of culture and taste Can’t relate or fit in their world within. In the whirlpools I gyrate in the middle Things required to be finished before dates For the dead and sick sending courtesy calls Or Greetings for birthdates and weddings. Sitting depressed or standing in my balcony On the ground I see the last year’s leaves The twigs are black and cold is dry & itchy Think of failures and not of joy or victories. In between the average sadness and joys Only thing remains is solitude to enjoy Of which I don’t see any remedies or cures Not even bitter pain pills or lenitive lures. Loneliness wearing away the idle mind Like a grain of food a hungry ant finds Hearing the temple-bells I feel to shout “Hey I am alive, alive in this my lonely rout. Our birds have flown away for a better lives We stare at each other no sex drive but survive. Dt. 10/10/13 =================================== Dr. Ram Mehta 2nd place win Contest: Faces of Loneliness by Frank H.