And maybe the ones who are alone,
are not the ones who hide in solitude
But the one who walks under
sun's pouring glow
Giving hopeful smiles to stranger's
And maybe the ones who are alone,
are not the ones who talks about their
life Sorrow, but the one who takes off the
dreadful mask in the night and let tears
Flow, and maybe the ones who are
Alone are not the ones who show case
Their pain, but pocket it while it fights
Them down on the battle floor carring
The heavy luggage every where they go.
-ashes poetry
