Lonely Blissful Cries

by Ritika Insta: ehsans_err1585

Those aloof walks on that Lonely Road

With yellow autumn leaves

Shivering from soothing cold wind

Dropped like the heavens luxury

As I walked down that Lonely street

Filling the path yellow, With silent crumbles

As I stepped them, Hurting them probably.

But it won't complain.

Those lovely gifts Kept smiling.

Joy is what I feel. Though Solitary. But bliss is what I feel.