Solitarian Bent Of Life

Solitarian bent of my life

The world for me appears to be baseless

Have I been proved realistically hapless?

Solitarian bent of life has cloded my heart

Unsure really what sort of life have I to start?

Where have my legion of friends gone?

Yes, they have all left me sad and lone.

Such a vicissitude appears quite unusual.

But fate, it seems has made this factual.

Oh God ! why. haveI been so betited ??

No liefy ones are there to make my heart ring.

Lack of halyconeness seems to have sabotaged me.

Tearful emotions are setting my heart fragmented

Sorrowful predictions might make my heart daunted.

Charms and pleasures are gradually getting faded.

Emasculating indelible tragedy has already invaded.

Should I start singing Trenodian songs ?

Should I become namby pamby In discovering my Friends wrongs??

Should i relinquish pleasures ??

Oh God ! I still crave for such delightful measures.

Resilent my convival spirit.

I am still ignorant of a solitarian bent of life.

Obviate such prosaicness and compunction engulfed in my mind.

Oh ! Bring back my friends to me.

As a youth let me too relish my life.