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