Am I doomed to be lonely?
Till my last breath
No one beside to comfort me
When I am unhappy and unwell
To hold my hand in times of need
When the tears I choke inside
No one to talk to me
In the silence of my existence
A future I foresee with dread
In my infirm and old age
by Susmita Mukherjee
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