sound of music plays
winds echo drumbeats
in the concrete jungle
living among the crowd
someone perhaps calls my name
the sweet and tender voice I hear
Awaiting for the destiny
to show the leading way
as the nectar of time drips from jar of life
leaning towards hot cold walls
cutting through the bleeding silence
the sweetness of familiar sounds
I realized, it was old pal of mine -
loneliness calling my name
Author notes
Picture provided by my friend - Harjeet Kakkar 
from San Diego Animal park
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Awww, he needs more playmates so that he isn;t lonely. It is an awfully cute monkey. Best of luck to you in your future writes.
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