Lonely Writer

Fate Is Cruel~ SK Monger   I was by then only five years old when I was admitted to the newly launched Kindergarten, a five miles away school from my villa. I couldn't walk like the strong boys do, trotting like a well-built horse. Girls were by my side but only when I got something to offer them, such were them . I tholed a lot to complete my Pre-Primary schooling. As me being a girl who have to walk a long distance, I was exhausted and fatigued. When I felt hungry, I ate those maize corn packed in a shawl which my mother used to wrap me when I felt cold when I was yet a toddler . I haven't got that privilege to be with my father that other children get. When enquired my mom usually warned me not to ask it again but the fact is still confidential and mysterious.   With constant persistent and eternal endurance, I completed my Primary Schooling and got transferred to the Middle Secondary School which is yet afar. I was all the time isolated, not had confidence to approach other

F- Fabulously firm bond ever divulged  R- Really unshakeable and firm by instinct  I- Indefatigable love for its own existence  E- Extremely dauntless in this whole cosmos N- Never to be eviscerated by anything and  D- Defence ideally as it's well adept  S- Solitude seems never befitted but  H- Happy is it ad infinitum  I- Immensely embedded in its rigid shell  P- Protecting itself from perilous assault as it's well versed

The Voice of the Loner With lonely and silence,   After all, I to befriend.   No way to escape from Cruel Materialistic World.  Finished, but not totally death.  Alive, but no meaningful Soul.  Friends, but just a useless .  Home, but not at all peace.   Let me say it truth and true,   It's my unheard yearn.   Whatever thou may thinketh,  Just let it be kindly accepted.