The hills are lonely,
The seas are alone,
Rivers flow without break,
They are the Nature's gnome.
They guard the Nature's solitude,
As if none can invade,
For the footprints of people,
Their beauty will fade.
I also adore this loneliness,
I cherish to be Her Guard,
To become alone in the multitude,
I want to stay unheard!
Neela Nath
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loneliness-270/
