I am a lone owl hooting on a moonless night.
I am an abandoned room devoid of light.
I am an injured wolf fallen out of the pack.
I am the unpicked book that always remain on the rack.
I am an unhappy melting ice-cream because I have got burns all over me.
I am a puppy unloved searching for care in the attic.
I am the water overlooked for some mocktail instead,
I am one of the letters of childhood now lying in the shed.
I am solitude desiring company,
For its been years now I am alone.
I wouldn’t mind the seat beside occupied,
I wouldn’t mind the warmth of another soul.