ABANDONED

I sat alone

knees folded,

watching the twilight descend

maybe for a greater good

or, who knows, for the doom to began?

The stars played with the sky as happy as ever,

away from merciless world

close to heaven.

I envied them

for the cheerfulness they had,

carefree, happy,

in a paradise of their own.

And still could not I ,

stop my eyes from lingering on them;

the same way could not I stop my skin

to shrink in trepidation

each time a breeze blow by me,

as if singing a lullaby

to bury all fears i had,

as if helping my deep down emotions

to peek their heads.

Ah! Emotion -

what a wonderful word it is

full of, treasure

that continues forever - without break.

Lucky are those

who dont have to imbibe

monotony of life.

Those for whom

every sunshine brings a new happiness.

And those who dont have

void to claim as life

and be grateful for it.

For i know what the

pain of being alone in sea of crowd is.

They say:

Speak (to whom?)

Some say:

Be happy (for whom?)

Others say:

Be grateful (for what?)

But none say

that i understand your pain,

that I witness the turmoil

that goes through you.

And none say

that i see your blood

even though you dont bleed.

And hence all i have

is an open sky

and a closed chamber.

And a hope that

finding me in this desolate world

happiness would come ,

even when , I am , what they call,

abandoned.