I wanted to be alone, sometime
I ran and ran and found a hideout
I am away from the world, I thought
to get near to myself, in and out
when someone sprouted from nowhere
like a corpse from the grave
'They too wanted a company thesedays
don't they want to rest in peace'
I thought, when it asked me
'What are you doing here all alone'
it asked as if it was a crime
to it, seclusion is to be sick
loneliness is to think and
thoughts are suicidal, not at all pink
Infact, I was listening to my inner voice
talking to thyself with poise
while watching the nature's gaiety
and sensing its infinite beauty
In these, I have the taste of diety
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