All Alone

When I am all alone,
I can talk with none but me,
silence accompanies me best,
and I start thinking,

for the day I had last,
if could I live it a better way

for the arguments I made,
were there better options I could say

for the decisions I took,
the results are still to see

for the wishes that came true,
and those that are yet to be

for the persons I helped,
if I did a favour or return

for those who hurt me,
must remain friends or should I turn

for the victories I had,
the moments that gave me delight

for the glory I won,
shall everyday come into my sight

for the ones who gave me love,
did they lie or blessed me

and for the one I loved,
if she is also thinking about me.

by Rishabh Bhatia

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