The Song of Solitude.

Can you feel her pain?
She cries in darkness,
Whines in solitude,


Her plight, you may ask -
Is craving for your sight,
Yearning for your touch,
Gasping for your voice,
Heaving for your smile.


An absence-presence,
A living-dead,
She hates to admit but,
You regulate her being.


The agony kills
Yet she is born,
Each moment
Through her pain.


On winding roads, In busy streets
Her eyes rove, searching for your face
In every car at traffic signals,
At every music concert in the city
She searches the crowd, the audience
To perhaps get a glimpse of you.


Can you hear her?
I surely can.

*humming* *humming*

Can you hear her now?
Listen carefully..


She sings…

The Song of Solitude.