Budding experiences once; were,
With a swelled venter
and then;
Moment arrived at fruitage time.

Humiliating old thoughts and believes;
Slogged through countless conflicts and consoles,
Until the renewal!
Now I prefer to be alone.

After last forlorn attempt to be with all,
Mirthful solitary to attribute to self!
Reminds me often,
About old scar of ignorance!

Standing alone! Far from those who didn’t valued.
Life is still in its meaning.
Anticipating new bonds and findings!