LONELINESS

I meet new people every day,

But in front of them I have nothing to say.

Some are nice, some are good,

Some are evil with short tempered mood.

I want my family, I want my home,

I want my old friends with which I can freely roam.

It’s so lonely here,

No one here even pretend to care.

This place is new for me,

But I have to adapt.

I am not here for myself,

I am here for my parents,

And also for the knowledge I have to entrap.

I always dreamt to be in a good atmosphere,

But every day I am choked over here.

Now I realised reality can never be a dream,

Just as Demons can’t be seen.

Good people can’t be successful,

Dignity and truthfulness are just words.

Only corrupted ones can achieve their dream

Good ones just cry and scream.

I can’t call anyone as my best friend,

No one can be trusted,

Everyone is back bitching about others,

This kind of friendship I can’t pretend.

Loneliness was the term that kept me wept,

That’s why I am framing my feelings as poem with such depth.

BY PUNEET NANDAN