We Live And Die Alone
What kind of talk we converse!
What kind of words we speak!
We only sieve, strain the words
We sift the spoken verbalized sounds,
And colander contents of the voices.
We keep the meanings to ourselves,
Confined the secrets to the closets of hearts,
And whisper only crusts of the words.
We live and die fearing the friends,
Scaring brothers and sisters,
Lest they should know the secrets
Lest they should share the feelings
Either pains or pleasures,
We live in solitude and we die alone,
With tight lips and rigid hearts,
Neither sharing others, nor being shared.