ALONE, ALL ALONE!



Alone, all alone , that's what I am,

To whom should I spill my beans?

With whom should I share my keens?



All I have is a sheet of paper,

On which I can pen down what I feel.

I wish it would talk to me,

I wish it would respond to me.

But, all it does, is to lend an ear to me.



There is so much of hustle and bustle around.

But, no one to have a quiet word with me.

Helpless and dejected do I feel...

But with whom should I share my keens.

As all I have is a sheet of paper,

which cannot console me.



That's what I am, alone

all alone in my teens.