Little is happening
from my corner
evening follows morning
none do I touch or bother

for in different worlds we dwell
our life's theme- song we each invent
what's in our heart we won't ever tell
another-  in life's lacuna our energies are spent-

there's no meeting-point or congruence
we are each an island far apart
the distance, the mistrust, the indifference
our secret selves we jealously guard-

in the panorama I count for nothing
standing aside, never in the centre
when it comes to the end of living
I disappear into the unknown like a spectre.