Baikuntha R. Acharya
Whether I read the books
Or gaze at the walls
Or look to the sky
Or meditate
It’s up to me!
It is my room, my solitude!
For other people
It may be like a cave
Or may be like a mess
For me, it’s a sweet home
It is my room, my solitude!
I had lots of friends
With changing moments
They showed their true colors
I was delusional
I was forced to be alone
In the grip of loneliness
I started to see my uniqueness
I found a true friend
I was not alone now
He was with me
The true friend
I found in my solitude
That’s me
Now, I’ll never have loneliness
Loneliness become a myth for me.
