Apr 12, 2010

Lonely - Paroe Dhingra

Alone, one important word that sculpted me


Alone is the lock on my hidden cage

I need someone to give me a blank page

All I ever wanted was some company

The loud silence is always haunting me

I didn’t want anyone to be my sage

I never meant to act with so much rage

I really need someone special to see

I am the yellow leaf in so many green

It may be crazy how much I desire

A friend beside me with a shoulder to lean

But in the end it comes back as fire

Constantly I feel I’m chilled to the bone

In a crowd of many; I am alone

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