In the abode of aloneness, there lived a man
From his meagre earnings he wanted to send money
But had no one to send it to
When there is no one, one likes to spend it upon himself
A group of loitering children all he had, to spend money on
Flexible was the breeding ground of his hopes and aspirations
His little family was hopeful
One day they will find light
In the dark alleys of hope
Years ago, our man understood the futility of tracing the rubbed lines
Loneliness taught him to draw the lines no one would draw for him
He drew a few lines, and from the lines, he made a quadrangle
To keep alive the hopes of his little family
In the abode of aloneness
Our man found the meaning of oneness