You Are With Yourself

Alone, alone was the fuzzy caterpillar

On the enclosure of the leaves, 

And the core of the cocoon

Before it morphed to its colourful endeavor, undeterred to rise later or soon. 

Alone, alone was the seed

Suppressed by the dark loam, 

And the sizzling pressure

Before it burst out as the sapling possessing all earthly treasures. 

Alone, alone was man

In the safe womb of the mother and

The coffin made by brothers

Before starting the quest with blooming dreams for a merry life, as well as afterlife

So why on grounds did men die of fear? 

Pressure daunts them and they need the company of a peer? 

Don't they have a soul of there own? 

Minds of their own and goals of their own? 

Being alone isn't synonymous to fall or depression

Tame your mind as it's just a lively expression

To show yourself that you aren't alone, but with yourself.