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Lonely?  Never Again!
Durba Mitra

A lonely place....my cerebrum.......

So many dates, places, events and people to crowd:

Still... a lonely place.... my cerebrum.....

Too much to do, too many to please;

Some of the things I do, some of the people I please:

All...... never can I do all.....

Rather not to try, better be alone...in my mind...

A call...a faint call...forced me to turn around...

A shape, a form of an idea....

Slowly metamorphosed into a mortal figure....

It invaded, encompassed and conquered...

The lonely place..... my body, mind and spirit....

Didn’t even allow me to opt for a no...

Rather forced me to look up and accept...

I am awake, alert and active........

Utterly attuned to the presence of that living soul;

Through sight, smell, taste, sound or touch...

I am neither alone, nor lonely......... never again!