He Is Alone Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

He Is Alone



The innocent man is alone,
Everybody has left him,
Being afraid,
He weeps and weeps,
But in vain,
Then he stares at the serene moon
For a long time with his grievous eyes;
Suddenly he feels
The tranquil moon gently consoles him,
"Why are you weeping?
I am the most beautiful thing of this realm
And I am always with you."

Sunday, July 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 06 July 2020

Loneliness! ! Trying to stand the odds alone. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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