Felling lonely (bitter truth)

Feeling lonely from all the sides 

How can I tell anyone how lonely am I, 

Winters seasons, Summer season, spring, autumn all seasons went but still, no one wants to change a bit, 

People are building their future but still arguing with culture, 

While judging ttheir cast they never see their countries past, 

Comparing their parents with others they never see the pain of their fathers and mothers, 

Telling others your pain can't change the knowledge you have gain.