The Lonely Fool (The Window)
Here he lies in his grave,
The lonely fool,
In his lonely world,
He was trapped in his cage,
Where waited for a friend,
Someone, anyone to come,
He waited till he was beneath his tombstone,
But no one came,
As he watched,
From the only window in his prison,
The only link he ha d to the world outside,
His connection to others he knew,
Who did not know him,
He tried to escape so many times,
But ever time he exited one room,
He found himself in another lonely room,
Though all alike,
With the same window,
Still I each new room,
He felt lonelier inside,
poem by Paurakh Shrestha
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