But the doorbell
But the doorbell
But however much I sing,
‘I’m alone
I feel forlorn’
My doorbell doesn’t ring.
But when I see else’s grief
My mind rings a bell again
I throw up my Sorrow in relief
So long, I say to my fake pain.
But for very long
Innate nature can’t be unhappy
The doorbell tune now, as company
With the desolate loners, I sing along.
© supratik 2023
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fake happiness is the worst sadness
Thank you for reading and commenting. Being fake is a skill we learn from childhood. Sad. I was trying to say that despite our learning, the innate nature, which is happiness, surfaces unconditionally. A smile on a beggar’s face surfaces despite their condition. Being alone is also a poverty of sorts which cannot keep the loner perpetually in a state of unhappiness. When the same loner focuses on healing other’s loneliness then the loner is healed first.
Thank you once again for stopping by.