..and he is lonely
though he was amongst people,
men, women and masks
applauding for his verses
and he has the loneliest time…
His heart was murdered
thus flowing blood became ink,
where all he felt was pain,
that is what all he has in vein;
and he was scared to scream…
He stands still though
keeping her hand in his
where she didn’t know that he knew
about her being unfaithful;
…and he is lonely… in love…
~ Anish Vadhvaniya