BEING ALONE

Like a brooding Dove,
Sitting alone on this mound,
I stare at those unreachable
Twinkling , friendly stars,
Yet am feeling lonely,

I am part of this medley,
am part of this motley,
yet , I am alone,
to feel and comprehend
The Alone,

The bird on the bending
Branch, caws, calls for its clan,
I am part of the crowd,
Yet I am alone,
Sing alone the lonely song.

Amidst this pretentious mob,
Each one of us, left within us,
A movement of being alone,
Sing alone the lonely song,
I am being alone.