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
