Orphan

This is the world with fraternity stray, Alone and along you walk with yourself. The different and odd should be your way, No books to read but to make own bookshelf. Pass out that I am an orphan, Many! But indeed many don't talk. Not even love raised by warden, Warden to God who has the magic stalk. On the way which neither makes difference, But difference is made together. People indirectly makes inconvenience, Not even they won and I neither. Here our own family acts as a stray, And stranges gone helping without any say.