When autumn was challenging the spring,
To come up and show the world,
That what should it bring,
To flight the holy bird..
But when they chattered I lay still,
With grass beneath me.
Smell of earth was fresh on the hill,
No one was around to see.
My image faded, world seemed disappearing,
Loneliness is as must said a slow poison,
To my own sound I was Hearing,
With its particles and my brain's collision..
And suddenly the scenario changed,
I was nowhere on the hill,
Around all Animals were tamed,
And poison more rapid from the mill.
I thought i was lonely, alone on the hill,
But a lonely boy as me,
Lay on the railway track as still,
No one was to care, no one was to see.
The train approached but I still stood,
Against the track watching the kid,
Why the boy deceived the hood,
His life was closed by loneliness's lid.
His life gave him shake,
Troublesome to survive,
He had no option to take,
Like me he was a lonely bee in hive.
Boy's face smiled, when the train came,
Afterlife would be better then how he lived.
He knew everything would be the same,
He knew he might win the game.
And the train came as further,
He still I felt chill,
Seconds ago the boy was nowhere,
But the crowd gathered there.
He got attention when he was dead,
It is what the rule is,
You have a life of loneliness
Afterlife would be relief.
