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