LONELINESS 

          .............................

Loneliness is the way I choose.

Many hands are lend for me,

Ready to join my journey,

But i am hesitant to hold.

My hands are frozen,

As I know the path,

A path to mercenary.

All hands are not the same

I am not suitable to their world 

I want to smile,I want to dance 

I don't have time,In rush to find something 

Something invisible 

May be my own soul

To all my lonely readers

Don't be fooled 

It is your decision,

Not your fate

No hands can help you 

From your darkness

Until the light becomes your destiny.

                 

 By 

ATHMAJA ANAND

Second Year BBA