
Talking with Walls
They call me a loner
But I am always with myself
Become a bird on my shoulder
That whispers in my ears
I talk and I also listen
Asking questions I myself answer
Many times I laugh aloud
At a joke I tell myself
But they keep spreading lies
That I am lonely and mad
For I don’t talk with them
Those dull lifeless walls
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar

Yes. It is not loneliness, it is solitude. Beautiful poem🍁❣️
Beautiful and profound
Thanks Sadje
You’re welcome