GLOOM

Thousands of people cross me in the day,

Many are unconcerned and many are jolly and gay,

How come I am the only one feeling alone?

Devastated like a man down with a loan!

I have got friend. Still I feel isolated,

They love me but still I feel insulated,

The rush of the crowd does not make a sense,

I walk with them but feelings are as transparent as lens.

It will take time to come to terms with my loss,

I will recover but that’s as short lived as moss,

Again I’ll get down, be insulted and hurt,

Be left, wounded and ignored, to rot.

Ever my friends might think me as a fool,

That I easily lose my happiness, my cool,

I have learnt my lesson once again,

But that too will not last with my pain.