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So many curious faces I see. Inquiring eyes fixed on me. As if trying hard to guess. why always I speak so less? In the office and in bazaar. They wonder who my friends are? Every time they spot me alone. Doubt if I am kind of stone. With them no ebullience, no zeal. In their company so lonely I feel. Whether sitting or on a walk. Always worldly and shallow talk. But all who think I am lonely stone. Let me inform I am never alone. Loneliness is my best friend. With him quality time I spend.
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
Me, The Loner
So many curious faces I see. Inquiring eyes fixed on me. As if trying hard to guess. why always I speak so less? In the office and in bazaar. They wonder who my friends are? Every time they spot me alone. Doubt if I am kind of stone. With them no ebullience, no zeal. In their company so lonely I feel. Whether sitting or on a walk. Always worldly and shallow talk. But all who think I am lonely stone. Let me inform I am never alone. Loneliness is my best friend. With him quality time I spend.
mdasadullah
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
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