In this lonely world,
what blessing is a true friend,
Those who are lucky,
a true friend they do obtain.
My luck has gone south,
lo behold my empty fate,
Lonely sure I was born,
in loneliness I do remain.
Bereft of friends that I am,
with stones and woods I talk in vain,
When befriended idols of stone and wood,
from the mute God what else can I gain.
He is happy with His friends,
while another rots in pain,
When fate itself has betrayed one,
What good can do the Lord of the fates.
What a dilemma it is,
whom should I curse for my fractured fate,
Either way you are done ‘Shunyananda’,
loneliness perhaps is your only true friend.