"SOLITARY"

Smile no longer seems to talk to me,
For a while it just doesn't walk with me...
I plan the way,
Simple and Sublime...
Spline the curve,
And tend the smirk in futile...
I stare the faces and parry their looks,
But anger doesn't seem to cry with me...
I catch the prey and fire the way,
But pals don't let me fry and say...
Autumn leaves cry for a while,
Memories pile to become more fragile...
The only river of preceding sources,
No new memories want to part this bleak...
No upstream, no downstream,
And grimace no longer walks away and let me free...

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A/N: The poem tends to depict my state of mind when most of my friends either left the home town or were too busy with their usual stuffs! And I was left all alone just remembering the few moments which touched our soul way deep! And life actually seems to be static now with no one to share!