Loneliness Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The old man lives alone in the large house,
He stares at everything with meaningless eyes,
It's hard to believe he is alive,
Loneliness has thrown him in abysmal condition.
Once he had everything
And he lived like a king in this place,
Now he has nothing of his own,
All have left him,
Only an old servant does his little duty.
Physically alive but emotionally dead now,
The wretched man murmurs something incoherent,
With the vacant eyes he tries to find out something, perhaps his past glory.
There is no denying that
Loneliness is one of the worst curses of the modern world,
It's absolutely disheartening.