There's a bluebird in my heart wanting freedom,
I asked it to shut up and locked it in a room of boredom,
I won’t allow it to mingle with people’s unbearable stupidity!
Poverty is a curse so is the loneliness – a terrible property.
A lone horse rides even with tides and a lone human hides! Oh, cripes!
Count - one-two-three – kick the lonely ladder free in a single stunt!
Lonely Robin sits in a cavernous cabin with no friend,
He sadly drags his life by moaning and groaning each day –
By quetching and kicking 24/7, lost his way on a rainy day!
Trying, trying, trying, - dying, dying, dying yet living with no end.
A lone horse rides even with tides and a lone human hides! Oh, cripes!
Count - one-two-three – kick the lonely ladder free in a single stunt!
It's the sound of one hand clapping and solo king laughing!
Solo king! I know, I feel, I call your name, I’m going to scream aloud.
Solo king! I’m in humble supplication - a tiger before the tiger King....
Solo Raja! I’m thinking about you, fear returned in me and echoed!
A lone horse rides even with tides and a lone human hides! Oh, cripes!
Count - one-two-three – kick the lonely ladder free in a single stunt!
Oops! Just a glance of it, butterflies flutter in any stomach,
Ouch! head throbs and heart trembles with every loneliness’ attack.
Alas! There is a void, there is a valley in the heart gifted by loneliness;
Ugh! Every lonely being is in hot pursuit to shatter his loneliness.
A lone horse rides even with tides and a lone human hides! Oh, cripes!
Count - one-two-three – kick the lonely ladder free in a single stunt!
Harindhar Reddy
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