stones are better

we are born alone

we live alone


we are nothing

we are just a gang


a gang of lonely hearts are we

we may be happy now


we show no care

for those who care


stones have

we become


living as some

non living thing


we laugh at others

care, affection


but when you are sad

you will know


all near you

are nothing but foes


loners are we

no love have we


finally we die alone

as how we arrived alone


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