It’s as sad to be alone,
as bad to be with people not known,
I am with all my deeds intact,
world with all its need act
Heaven not shines on me,
never it rained on mine,
It is least desire to be one,
not with all, having none.
These are just lines to be read,
not enough to shed,
tears for me on bed.
The sadness of loneliness haunts.