A state of being all alone,
all the acquainted who
were once lucid seem unknown.
Many of us like solitude,
either due to adverse circumstances
or pal’s putid attitude.
It becomes our best friend,
as it is always everlasting
without any dreadful end.
We reveal everything to solitude.
Feel quite frenzy, for it is
neither bilker nor rude.
But being true to ourself,
it’s a hobson’s choice when
whole world offers no help.
It always acts like venom,
kills us slowly and leaves
proofs for no-one.