Loneliness is like a kingdom
Where
Silence is the master &
Tears are the mistress
Where
Overthinking is their descendant &
Hurtful memories are their servants
The kingdom,
Unlike other kingdoms,
Is devoid of happy people
It is the kingdom where
You can know,
The real intentions of the people
Though the kingdom is devoid of light,
It is still composed of thin rays of hope
Which makes the kingdom
A peaceful place to live
Because
Life is having hopes at times
When you remain
Undecided or doubtful
Of the near future &
This kingdom has its own
Little portion of happiness with it
Which it is not bound to share
With other blissful kingdoms
A happiness,
Owned by the kingdom itself
A happiness,
Which can never be
Accomplished by
Other graceful kingdoms


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