LONELINESS

LONELINESS


[The feeling of Loneliness, a constant companion.]

I have a beautiful house,
I do not have a home.
My house has many big rooms
In which I live alone.

I get up in the morning,
And make a cup of tea;
But I have none to share it
And that is a pity.

As I exit the main door,
I put a big grey lock.
When I’m back in the evening,
It does at me so mock,

As if asking me with a sigh,
Why I have none in wait,
Who might ask me tauntingly
Why I have been so late.

Gone are days when someone did
Open the door for me,
Who kissed me and gave a cup
Of tea, hot and steamy.

Evenings and the nights were spent
In love or bitter fight;
However I never faced
This loneliness, a blight.


* Written in 7-6-7-6 format


M C Gupta
21 September 2004