That lunch time, wondering here and there
I look for people to sit my near
can left behind, if not got surround
I used to fear whenever saw those crowd
loneliness can kill you, my mind learned
always tried to stay with any nerd
finding friends were so difficult
cried over my not so friendly behaviour
grew up losing my dears
it hurts realising no one is near
was i so cursed or my destiny was
why arent i was capable of gathering mobs
reached 18, found what alone actually means
no grief captured, soul actually felt nartured
kept running behind temporary happiness
all those years i was so senseless
being alone helped finding my soul
was not cursed, just driven like an untrained bird
today is happy, happy for i am alone
for i separeted myself to every fake clone
– Rishita Patel
The tales of truth 