Poetry-All Alone!

In this world, each person at some point feels alone! But the distinct part is some people are lucky because they have someone in their lives;
who understand them and stay beside them when they go through depression.

When we were children, we communicated our feelings by crying! After growing up, we can't show those tears in front of everyone;

Because mainly people can't value it, and that's how, with time, hollow abides place. At that time, we miss our parents like I am missing right now, and that's the reason I wasn't able to write content yesterday.

There is an enormous distinction between discussion and complaint!
Except for parents, no one can understand the difference;
between two of the above.

Parents listen to us, and we can share all our emotions with them, but we can't expect these things from anyone else.

We all are acquainted with the word

, but we often can't rectify those people until we face the consequences.

I am sure during our childhood, we all experienced that whenever our mothers opposed anything, but then also we didn't listen to her;
We confronted troubles!
After that, we thought about how she knows and predicts the future!

(Still stand alone like that tree finding my parents in the sky)

Today, I am here to convey my mental status through a poem, and I title the poetry-

All Alone

I always try to hide my pain;
Whatever loses till I gain.

Behind my every smile,
I am silently carrying
the sorrow of Nile!

Life snatched everything
whatever I had,
Each second of my life
I am realising that!

It's easy to judge
but difficult to face;
I pretend to be happy
to conceal my stress!

I engaged myself
to distract my mind;
My memories thee
never offer me anything
Nor thou given any scope
of pleasure to find!

I committed my life to those
are going through the loss!

I can evaluate the worth of silence!
It has more noise rather than violence.
When I will flee from this earth
then only thou concede my worth!

Sometimes, we can only discriminate between black and white when we lose colors from our lives. We never evaluate our near ones and well-wishers until we lose them.

However, I always say that I am not a poet;
I try to depict my consistencies through a few words.

If you find yourself inside any word,
do not forget to share that through comments.