When Britishers were overtaking our land

And the Indians could see no hope of victory

She rose up against all odds

And got her name embedded in the history

Alone she fought with swords in her hand

Breaking all those patriarchal norms

Yet she stood up till her last breath,

After all its not every day the Rani of Jhansi is born.

Another one was from across the world

Travelled around to finally reach the God's land

She made her entire life a pilgrimage

No needs of her own, forget those materialistic demands

Alone she spent her entire life

Helping as many as were possible

Even that Peace Prize was too inferior to her

For she was Mother Teresa, with the spirit so noble.

Like them there were so many more

All those who travelled their journey solo

Or maybe they were not that alone

That's why it is their path that now hundreds of people follow

But what about that little girl

Who cries all day in the corner

She couldn't understand a single word

When the world was breaking upon her

Probably even she doesn't know

She isn't the only one with such a disease

God is never unfair to anyone

Yet Thousands of lives He has seized.

Maybe it is the fact true for this world

No one ever is left alone

Even that dying soldier isn't lonely

He has his lover's heart attached to his soul.

Alone isn't even that watch guard

Living in the light house, they say

He has that vast ocean, an open sky

And the nature's embrace to make his day

Then who in this crowded world is alone?

I doubt that such a thing can even occur

Maybe loneliness is just an excuse

Given by those who don't like the company of others.