If there was ever a dark room,
Filled with whom I’m cool.
There’s only one thing to dread,
No one would stay along; all that said.
Chitters among them together & around,
Wish I was a part of this happening sound.
Once again, a dark room with people i know,
Probably means for me, alone I go.
If there was ever a dark room ever,
Know who wouldn’t be the first choice, never.
In a room full of people I know, empty and sad,
I wouldn’t be more than a part-time, wouldn’t be mad.
The isolation, dark and deep,
Is not sufficient to make me weep.
I would be glad even if one stay, enough to bear,
Any nitpicks, I’ll be open to hear.
By: Medha
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