Loner, who wants to be?
Some do, saying they love being one;
Is it really interesting,
Being a loner.

Like a cactus in the ocean of sands,
Like a skunk in the crowd of beasts;
Having a deserted look,
Stands he alone.

Nothing amuses him,
Nothing fascinates him;
But he and,
 He himself.

Love, hatred, anger, sorrow,
His feelings, keeping to himself;
Accumulating which, increasing unknowingly,
His aggressiveness.

Makes friends,
But cannot maintain friendship;
What is the value,
If he doesn’t realise relationship.
Ignorant to outside world,
Lives his own life;
Out of the society,
Confined to his own mundane activity.

People start ignoring him too,
Selfish he grows, with each morrows;
Humanity in him dies,
With passing nights.

Like this he wasn’t before,
Never expected this, did he?
Situations made him worse,
He now walks like a living corpse.

All he want is a company,
Someone whom he can trust;
Someone he could believe,
To share all his thoughts.