Never alone

Need not to be propitious to live
If you are searching how is it possible
Look at me...

Living with the tides of emotion
It desires to flow over
But no one is there to evoke

Most of all, it rises and sets

Finding no one to control over it
It's like an unfashioned lady

Even at the age of late twenty
She has no one to be heard
And she is in search of true flatterer

She is in search of strong hands
Who stops her when she plans to move
She finds the hand

But those hands are to bade good bye to her
Worthiness of company is a flicker
Not to forget those hands were really strong

Now, you think she has
been alone always
Mark my words, she was not
Never alone