In the abode of aloneness

There lived a man in the abode of aloneness

From his meagre earnings, he wanted to send money

But had no one to send the money to

When there is no one, one likes to spend the money upon himself

A group of loitering children all he had to spend money on

Flexible was his breeding ground of hopes and aspirations

His small family was hopeful that 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 family

In the abode of aloneness, our man found

The meaning of oneness