Accompanied Solitude

He was walking on the path of life alone,
alone in the midst of millions.

Looking at the barriers, he shivered and was alarmed.
With determination, he tried to cross the rain, the stiles and the storm.

At times, his heart asked for friendly warmth,
alas, their was no response!

For the support, he relied entirely on the moon, the stars and other similar forms.

He was walking on the path of life alone,
alone in the midst of millions.

But soon came a bridge forlorn
and it appeared impossible to walk along.
Now his heart felt the scorn.
Tears gushed on his bony cheeks, the second drop chased the first one and so on..

Now he saw his inevitable end being born,
his lips trembled for the last holy song:
"O Maker of this universe, hear my prayer,
On this black night, I am in despair.
This steep bridge is unavoidable,
courage in me is not attainable.
My so- called "well wishers" are smiling "betrayers".
You are my first and last hope,
I await you, I know you are close."

No reciprocation,
Only a slight glow of inspiration.
He felt he himself could move a foot forward, and subdue the bridge's terrorism.
Hesitatingly, he took the first step and then the other,
and finally crossed the major obstacle.

With eyes moist and hands up in the sky,
with knees in mud, he said with a deep sigh,
"I am travelling on the path of life with a FRIEND who is invisible,
But MIGHTY, HELPFUL and MY DEAREST ONE.