This is another effort from me in which i have talked about the people who cannot speak..Hope you will like it!

The Sky was dark, but clear 

The stars were few, but were Shining

There were millions of humans but i was alone

Me in my solitude was thinking about the phases of life.

Clouds may fly independently but they will rain together,

The humans may live together but will feel uncomfortable when gathered 

In the light of this wicked moon,

I realize that,

I was the only fool to be loyal

Me in my solitude was thinking about the phases of life.

I was too the king of my life before they said that,

I am dumb and can't speak,

I shoutt, but those weak can't hear

They said that,

i am no longer their dear 

so,

I prefer not to be their near

And from that time,

I was friend with Solitude and together we think about the phases of life.

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