At the time of silent night,
When there is shower of moonlight,
You want a ear who will hear,
But there is no-one in the sight.
When the lazy Sunday wraps it’s arms and gives you bail,
You let go of your pain and ail,
You want someone to stroll with in the calm lawn of reverie,
But your empty hand hits your heart like a nail.
Still, there is always a silver line,
Which gives a hope and shine,
Look for your friends inside you,
For they are the ones whom you can truly call ‘mine’.
You know yourself the best,
You know you can take care of the rest,
Don’t depend on anyone for your happiness,
For everyone is giving their own tests.
It’s not easy being alone in this chaos,
Where emotions are the one at loss,
You only hope winning the toss,
But at the end, you know that life is the boss.