The Friendless he is,
Moves as a lonely cloud in the vast sky,
Wanders exploring What to explore.
The solitaire among crowds
None to chat none to speak
None to share hearts feelings..
His smile hides the pain,
Echoes of memories remain,
Longing for a friendly hand,
Lost in despair moves on roads.
Who becomes a friend to this Friendless?
Everyone is busy in one's own selfish delves!
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