John Doe felt lonely, I figured he lived alone,
For the cracks in his society, he has to but atone.
But when I looked at Ram Kumar, living in a family of four,
He too felt torn apart, with relationships gone sour.
Almost all live together here, with families or friends,
Yet no one notices the foul smell, till the year ends,
The woman living by herself, post death of spouse and child,
Is literally unseen by the people around, is this a matter mild?
Each tie rendered asunder, is a soul that's lonely and sad,
It's a skeleton waiting to be discovered, while being inwardly dead.
Feeling alone brings sadness, that may morph to a depressed state,
If we want to break this vicious loop, keep checking with your mate.
Be the friend they can promptly call, when feeling blue at night,
That loneliness defines our collective identity, somehow doesn't feel right.
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